<hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Lance Corporal Bella Cheyenne<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Station --> Marshall's Office<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chief Hagerstrom, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Others<br/><hr/><br/>"Creative cussing only, roger."<br/><br/>Belle nodded, lowered her hand, waited for the others to get their own two bits in (or not, as the case might be).  While she didn't respond verbally, she did make a sort of disgusted junior-high student noise when the See Oh mentioned biting someone who hadn't bathed in a week.<br/><br/>The looming sun didn't seem to bother her much, as if she was used to the heat, and she responded to the avid curiosity of onlookers by counter-gawking...ears up, tail wagging, checking out everyone and everything with a sort of puppylike intensity that gave the impression that her elevator might not reach the top floor.<br/><br/>The brawl, if it could be called such, did not seem to bother her in the least, although she certainly noticed...and stepped out of Captain Saint's way when the massive Morph launched into action, all the better to give her more freedom of movement.<br/><br/>"Reckon we give these two a once-over when they sober up," she suggested, tail still wagging as though efficient violence had not just erupted.  "Should I tell them I bill by the hour, or does that go without saying?"