Nigel responded to the mans challenge by putting his hands close to his face, but he did so in a more relaxed way. Nigel never backed down from a challenge, especially from a commoner. He also took careful precautions with the women next to him who was also ready to defend herself. Hopefully, he wouldn't die to a simple piece of cutlery.

Nigel decided to take the lead by attacking the man with an agile, unpredictable jab aimed at the man's nose. As a wise hunter once said,'He who hesitate, is Lunch' Nigel thought, trying to justify his cheap shot.

Malcolm was taken aback and leant backwards, ignoring Nora's words, while at the same time bringing his arms into a block. By dragging out the time it took his opponent to make contact, it gave Malcolm the opportunity to block the punch. Malcolm took a couple of steps back from the recoil (damn, he punched fast.) However Malcolm had managed to make some distance and create more opportunities. Malcolm decided to wait for the right time. The perfect moment. He planned to take this punk out in one punch.

Nora sighed and slipped the spork back into her pocket. Apparently neither of the boys wanted to listen to reason. This, however, presented no actual problem for the blonde; she just turned on her heel and sat down in the next chair over from the confrontation, so Malcolm was facing her but the other guy had his back to her. She then furtively swiped the notebook that had started all the fuss and began nonchalantly flipping through the pages.

Nigel quickly retracted his jab and stepped towards his opponent, giving him no time to think (Not that it would help the Neanderthal). He quickly attempted to swing around the opponent's block with a left punch which had equal speed to his initial jab. Hopefully he wouldn't be lucky enough to block or dodge that.

Hmph, all attack. Time to bust this guy up. A simple hook from Nigel allowed Malcolm to duck. His opponent's gut was completely open, so Malcolm capitalised on the opportunity. Malcolm attacked with a right hook, doubling Nigel over, which Malcolm responded by snapping his right quickly back in place and used a left cross to the head, placing Nigel on the floor. Not quite the one punch knock-out he hoped for but it'll do. That's when cold clamps trapped both of his wrists and Nigel's. "DESIST! DESIST!" Metallic voices repeated as two service bots wrestled for control over the two zoners. They were both escorted back to their rooms. The doors unmovable for the night as it was time for rest. At least that's all they could do anymore.