Betty was becoming increasingly nervous, things were turning bad quickly and she didn't like some of the looks she was getting. It was making her hair stand on end, making her fingernails itch and -  a quick glance confirmed it - grow. That wasn't a good thing. That was how the madness had started last time.<br/><br/>Deep breaths, calm down, find those damned kids...<em>focus</em>.<br/><br/>Looking very determined the woman made her way through the crowd, caring less and less about bumping into people because frankly, it was becoming hard to avoid. Finally she came upon the man holding Daisy and even she could tell that was not the way to hold a child. Still, it was always best to remain civil, not to antagonize people more.<br/><br/>"Good," that didn't come out quite right - clipped and tight and with just a hint of a growl. "Give her to me, I'll take it from here."<br/><br/>Jack and his dogs got a glare, really that was no way to behave, "<em>Stop that!</em>"