Aza found herself unceremoniously dumped on her tail on the floor, and treated to a solid thump by the stupid hilt of the stupid drow's stupid dropped sword right after. Sae'Ka had already taken one of the stupid men down, and Aza wondered if she had missed some sort of signal to attack... Oh. No, that wasn't fighting they were doing. Well.<br/><br/>She crept on her tummy out of the way of flailing hands and feet. Other-guy said something mocking, called her a<em>dog-thing</em>-- a dog-thing! -- and turned away, leaving the cherry-colored fox wet and dirty and dropped and ignored. Aza looked from the wrestling pair to Dean's back to the rest of the room, bewildered. She could make a break for it, out the door or up the steps, but where would she go after that? To the docks? Back into the messy maze of a city? Aza had lived on the streets before, briefly, and she wouldn't do it again. The streets were not a safe or comfortable place for something so adorable and small.<br/><br/>Feeling entirely unappreciated and then angry, she switched her blue glare between all the human shapes again, then<em>reached</em>for the other-side, where all the energy of all the overlapping worlds pooled and writhed. With a hiss, she drew and then<em>pushed,</em>sending another soundless pulse outwards, consumable energy that transferred yet another light show through the collar's gems and set the contents of the nearest shelves rattling. It wasn't nearly so much as the first outside the Spire but its origins were noticeable, and a few of the smaller stones on the collar cracked and fell from their settings, looking dull. Aza didn't seem to care, ears flat and tail switching, looking back and forth to see who needed another reminder she was still there.