> "**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 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.  

Harold was extremely surprised by this sudden change, not only in Thisa's character, mannerisms, and speech, but also of the fact THAT THERE WERE SUDDENLY LEGS COMING OUT OF A SCARF! Harolds mind suddenly had a minor panic attack. THAT-THAT-THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE! SCARVES DO NOT CREATE LEGS, NOR DO LEGS COME OUT OF SCARVES! Harold was having a completely horrible time trying to piece together what the **hell** was going on with this situation. The fact that Thisa ran behind him for cover as well after her little outburst did little to bolster his understanding. Although, he'd be lying if he said he really minded that she thought of him as a good place to hide behind. Even if only as a meat shield or something of the like.

"Ah....It is quite contradicting for an effect that should not be possible, to occur at the most inopportune of times....moreover....Why....oh **WHY** is your scarf spouting legs now Thisa!?!?" Harold was obviously still failing to understand this situation, and desperately wished for someone to explain it all to him in an understandable manner.