<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br/>Justine smiled at Bell warmly. "You don't owe me anything," she replied. "If I didn't stand up for people, I wouldn't be fit to wear this uniform. If anyone else gives you trouble, just come find me. I'll be working with the town guard." Something about the young girl still struck Justine as... off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She got the impression that Bell was a lot smarter than she let on.<br/><br/>Justine didn't have much time to dwell on it, though, when the fox-girl made her flamboyant entrance and promptly set upon Ci'ona. While this bold invasion of someone's personal space mortified her, she also felt a certain envy for red-headed girl. There was a vibrant energy there. A youthful vivacity that Justine had forsaken as the price of discipline. Then again, the thought of being that perpetually perky struck her as exhausting.<br/><br/>The soldier rolled her eyes as the tavern patrons started to gawk at her table mates. She didn't think the two women were actually going to cause trouble, but it would probably be best to deescalate the situation before the oglers got their hopes up too high. She stood up and walked around the table to place firm hands on the Eladrin and fox-girl's shoulders, doing her best to gently, but firmly pry them apart.<br/><br/>"Now, now, ladies," she said. "I never thought I'd say this in my line of work, but you two aren't nearly drunk enough to cause a scene like this. How about we all have another pint, and mull it over?" She waved gave the serving boy a meaningful nod, then turned to address the crowd. "Alright folks, back to your own business. Nothing to see here."