"**Oh my fucking hell, what in the name of Christ is going on here?!**" Thisa practically screamed uncharacteristically, "**I-I-I... just what the hell is this, just damn well get out of my scarf alright?**" Thisa pretty much tore the scarf off of her neck, and threw it on the ground uncaring for whatever effect that would have. For someone who's always under control and calm, the sudden intrusion on that... personal of a level was enough to tip the scales. Without a second thought Thisa ran behind Harlod as he was the closest, and only symbol of security.