Sandled feet plodded deliberately with a sway befitting a scantily clad waitress in a high dollar bar, or perhaps a harlot looking to attract attention. Though she did not near Lea. No, she was heading for the pixie. "Such a unique dynamic between you two." She announced with a sinister over tone. Glancing over her shoulder, "'twould be a pitty were something to...<em>happen</em>, to one of you." She stopped just scant centimeters of outright crushing Gale under foot. "Or we could try again, if you'd prefer."