Scarlet opened her mouth to reply but... Yep. That happened.<br/><br/>She winced as the Dayman began shouting, and cast a sideways glance to Bartholemew, "I'm pretty sure he's just making this up... And would you please stop shouting!?"<br/><br/>Well. Now that she thought back on it a bit, the reason she'd felt unnerved when she'd sensed Bartholemew hadn't been because of his aura. She'd misread it. It was familiarity. She did know him. Damned if she knew how or from where/when. She was about to voice this revelation, when the Dayman took his act to the next level, dancing in a most unfortunate manner.<br/><br/>"I think I preferred the shouting," Scarlet stated flatly. Oh, but it got better. Or worse. Matter of perspective, and all.<br/><br/>Unbelievable. A singing codpiece.<br/><br/>"Ooookay, that's creepier than I know what to do with, you all have a nice day/ year/ life, et cetera ad nauseam I'm leaving." She took an involuntary step away from the Dayman and his codpiece, "Not happening." She was sure as hell not going to be singing or dancing with this utter lunatic anytime soon.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"The world is not yet ready for this level of madness mortal! Not until my work is done!" </span><br/><br/>Scarlet reacted on instinct, tackling Bartholemew to the side to avoid the fire from the maybe-maybe-not-so-friendly mech that had been attempting to level Depositron. Strange... It felt like she'd had to do that before. Pushing her ever-out-of-reach reverie aside, she rolled off the man she may-or-may-not-have known (and dearie me, this is a lot of hyphens!) and shook her head, "Something tells me I won't be forgetting<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>any time soon... Much as I'd like to."