<blockquote><div><cite>Eruin wrote:</cite>"Lucky I caught you, or you'd have smushed her instead of just knocking her overboard!" Holding up his hands defensively, he eyes the enraged pixie, motioning with a sideways jerk of his head to the Tiefling beside him "Aaah...I'm sure she didn't mean it. Despite the evil little smirk on her face when she walked over, I think it was a real trip that made her push you. Surely there was something around here she tripped over..." Carefully eyeing the ground, he spots nothing right off the bat to use against her - then again, he was not the most proficient or smoothest liar around "...Maybe not. Heck, maybe she did push you. Shame on you..." He waggles a finger at Alyssa, before returning his attention to the angered pixie "Ahh well. Inflict your deathly doom on her."</div></blockquote><br/>"Evil little smirk?" Alyssa gasps, horrified. "I would never do such a thing!" Coming from a more assertive person, that protest might sound anywhere from indignant to enraged; at the very least it would sound like... well, a<span style="font-style: italic">protest</span>. From Alyssa, it sounds more like an apology- the first of many, judging by her mounting horror as Eruin goes from support to outright accusation in one breath.<br/><br/>Then, Theron steps in, and leaves Alyssa wishing he hadn't. Not that is unwelcome at this juncture, but the shepherd's tone implies more than a little willingness to escalate to force. A dogfight in cramped quarters... a<span style="font-style: italic">three-way</span>dogfight, one that could easily escalate as they draw the ferry's only armed attention. With a little blue-haired tiefling at the center...<br/><br/>"It's alright, really!" she tells Theron, laughing nervously. "I'm sure it was an honest mistake..." Of course, she isn't sure at all, but a white lie at this point is better than a brawl. She offers the large canine what she hopes is a cheerful expression, marred only for a split-second by a wince of pain as Grim's flailing paw, claws-out, catches on her forearm.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Please, Grim, not now... any other time, but not now!</span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>“Eh, I don’t mean to interrupt, but may I please see your tickets?”</div></blockquote><br/>Alyssa sighs inwardly at the ferry crew's timely appearance. At least, someone else trying to<span style="font-style: italic">avoid</span>trouble... She nods, and steps forward to proffer her ticket to the squirrel- incidentally, removing herself from the center of any pending violence (hopefully). "Of course. One round-trip ticket to Eva Heights."