With a shake of her head at the growing chaos, Beck pushed off her door and casually strolled toward the mother, son and ankle-biter-holding man.  Almost as soon as Blake concluded his say, she stepped between him and the trio - okay, quartet if you count the rat in dognito - of irritants.  She put on her 'radio voice' speaking in low, sursurant tones filled with implication and a subtly persuasive charm.<i>Whether or not any of these yokels could be charmed remains to be seen.</i><br/><br/>She nodded to the slender female who had suggested the son's safety in an attempt to get the woman to back off.  With the slightest of shrugs, Beck gave it her best shot as well.<br/><br/>"Y'know folks, it's amazing what dangers lurk 'round the corners these days.  Why I bet some things're so startling they'll keep with ya, returnin' night after night in vivid dreams." she nodded to the boy, quirking a brow upward as she directed the comment to the mother.  "I'm sure y'all don't want to be dealin' with nightmares til he goes off to college."<br/><br/>As she continued to talk, turning her words to the thin man with the Q-tip on legs, she attempted to guide the small group back down the hall a little ways.<br/><br/>"An' I'm sure you've known that sweet little thing t'just wriggle outta your arms when excited.  I'd sure hate for ya to have such a sweet pup get loose, run on into that room an' maybe jump right out the window.  That'd be a sore waste a' such a beautiful creature."<br/><br/>Though her attempts at distraction were subtle, she was going to give it her best try.  She hated irrational people, but she'd delt with plenty of them.  Even as she continued trying to guide them back down the hall and away from the ruined room, she looked over her shoulder with a querying brow raised; as if she were asking permission for a promise already made.<br/><br/>"Now, I'm sure Mr. Fox there'd be more than willin' to have us g'on down t'the View.  We could get a cuppa coffee..." she paused, passing a grin and a wink to the matron's son.  "Or a mug a' hot chocolate, an' wait for the cops.  I know I could use some coffee.  An' I'm sure y'all just got tons of stories.  It'd be like campin' out, 'cept less dangerous."<br/><br/><b>OOC: I have no clue where the accent came from, it just came out.  *smiles sheepishly*</b>