Break.. something like horror flickers over Lorraine's features before her mouth thins and she takes a deep breath. She doesn't waste words, just puts her helm back on and turns to survey the mess, sidestepping for a better look.<br/>Another deep breath, and the memory of the family armsmaster wading into a wrestling match, as Lorraine barks, "ENOUGH!" She follows this up with a couple of steps, and a mailed fist twisted into the back of one of the offender's shirts, hauling him backwards by the scruff and dropping him into a seat. "That's enough. Have a drink - or take it outside." While she's drawing on her mother's stern attitude, there's nothing at all motherly about her tone or stance...