Something was beyond 'off' at this point; blocky movements, heavy data flow... something was manipulating this girl, or something to that effect. That 'walk' though was familiar... dear gods in heaven, why did today have to have so many jackasses trying to fuck things up for her favorite bar?<br/><br/>Luckily, Alex was faster and better prepared; she moved quickly, making it look a bit like a stumble to cover herself, and landed heavily on the woman's shoulder. Of course, when her other hand came around to desperately cling to the woman's chest, a tiny pinprick of the tip of her hidden spur in her wrist could be felt, just enough to get the point across... literally...<br/><br/>"Oh, sorry about that! Clumsy me, right?" she said, laughing it off as she withdrew her armed hand, but still held to the woman's shoulder, speaking far more quietly now. "Now I don't know whom you're looking to 'rescue,' but if it's the ork and that elf, my Sisters are picking them up soon, because I for one have questions and expect answers. You want to rescue them? Be on your best behavior, sit down on a dick or have a drink, and we'll have a chat mayhaps about how to make that happen without too much of an issue.<br/><br/>"If it's anyone else, do me a favor and wait until they make it out the door, when they're drunk and have their guards down," she suggested, tightening her grip on her shoulder as she made her smile that of a pleasant chat. "I rather like the place, and as much as I don't like the Chillers, they're behaving, and I frankly like this little bar enough that if something were to threaten said bar, I might get a little<em>emotional</em>with all of my<em>dangerous</em>hardware...<br/><br/>"Do we have an 'understanding,' girly?"