Becca saw the man go flying and managed to set her coffee down while she stared in shock. Fanya was not much different in height and build from herself so how the hell did she do that. She saw the worry on Fanya's face as she hurried to the man's side to see if he was alright. Becca stood and turned to face Emma. Becca was a person that was very slow to anger but she was also fiercely protective of her friends. While she did like Emma well enough, under the circumstances her focus was, understandably, on trying to protect Fanya.<br/><br/>She moved quickly to Emma, talking softly but with as much venom as she could. "look what you did! You just have to push.. and push... push people don't you?" Each pause was punctuated with a hard shove of her finger against Emma's chest. "You just have to be pissing someone off, don't you? I get that you had a shitty run but Fanya has been nothing but kind and helpful and still you have to be a... a bitch!"<br/><br/>Becca's anger ran out and she just stared up at the taller woman. As reason returned several realization came along with. Not the least of which was the Emma could mist likely beat her within an inch if her life. Another was that Emma had never done her wrong personally and that she may have overreacted. Lastly came the realization that by jumping to Fanya's defense Emma might come to the entirely correct assumption about who Fanya was with. This was why she liked to think things through before she spoke.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>