Vanessa was really quite annoyed by the fact that Guerlaghiix was now muscling in upon their food and merriment. That would simply not do, nor would the cloud of mucus and other unpleasantness that had just been emitted from Guerlaghiix's nose. With a swift motion Vanessa gave her gun a spin and sent the cloud of mucus and other unpleasantness flowing away from their table, and away from Guerlaghiix himself to avoid further aggravating him by hitting him with his own mucus. Though that would be honestly rather funny. Vanessa took the time now to teleport out of the booth, gun now in hand, and said. "Now, let's be polite here. That dish is our food, and specifically that dish of sweet potato fries belongs to Fiddlesticks there. I'd appreciate it if you didn't go about touching it too much. The delivery bot has a broken stabilizer and they have someone working on a fix."

It was a subtle motion that Vanessa now made, though one obvious to anyone focusing on Vanessa at the moment rather than the sweet potato fries that were currently the topic of discussion, Vanessa heft her rifle and flipped it to hold it by the barrel, though one would notice something extra to this particular flip. Vanessa had given one of her wrists a flick, and with that same hand caught the back of her gun, right where the trapdoor to load the ammunition would be. Sliding her hand down the weapon, Vanessa pressed the small lever against her shoulder to close the trapdoor rather quickly. If questioned about it, she would say that the rifle needed to be worked on due to it's old age and that the lever was rather loose. Anyone who had previously been talking to Vanessa would know that this was, in fact, a lie. The rifle was in near perfect condition and Vanessa took care of it on a routine basis. What had really happened was an extremely subtle loading. Now Vanessa was holding onto a loaded rifle, ready to fire with a light squeeze of the trigger.

Vanessa didn't want to shoot anyone, though now she obviously could. Depending upon how this situation went Vanessa may or may not be springing into a more violent action. Holding the barrel of the weapon, Vanessa rested the trigger area upon her shoulder, next to her neck. It would be difficult for someone to try and pull the trigger of the weapon without Vanessa knowing about it ahead of time. With her weapon now ready to be used, Vanessa spoke once again. Her accent now being used on purpose rather than worming it's way into her exited speech. "Vyy don't Vee just take our seats once again and forget zat zis detail made it's way into zee day, hm?"

Vanessa made the effort to use her accent sparingly, as speaking with a thick accent could easily lead to conversations being rather irritating as it was repeatedly asked what the speaker had said rather than the message actually getting across in a timely fashion. Plain English was the most widespread language and typically you had to be on homeworlds to find other tongues being spoken. Vanessa was rather fluent in German due to her upbringing and thus was capable of speaking as such, though she often didn't to make conversations quick and easy. She was also dabbling in Latin, though since the language had already been ancient it was rather hard to learn correctly.

With everything said and done Vanessa could do little now but wait. Hopefully the idiotic brute before her would back down without too much of a fuss. It might just turn into a nasty and unpleasant situation if he didn't.