By her standards, there was probably much about Sigmund that was little. The fact that was stated wasn't what brought him the nerve to step forward. No, there were a number of contrubuting factors. But one that his steps a sense of purpose, a sense of determination to confirm a little gnat that began buzzing in his mind the instant he heard the giant woman. It was either gall, bravado or insanity that had replaced his common sense, for Sigmund stepped forward. All the way to the bar. That he might seat himself at an empty stool.<strong>"I suppose it is in, then."</strong>he mentioned aloud, that same half-hearted attempt prevelant in his voice as he eyed the wall for a potential drink.