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[b][u]Drych Lake Spa - Dem Nails Tho[/b][/u]

Amy recoiled at the voice of a little girl who suddenly popped near. Her voice was almost as grating as Trixie's. Almost, but not quite. She looked to Syed as he spoke with the child; turns out they knew each other. Her brow raised at the term 'brain break' though. [s]Yeah, his brain was on break all right.[/s] What on Ddaear could that possibly mean...?

She didn't even have to look at Moira to understand how she felt about the sudden interruption - she could feel the steam blowing right out of the berserker's ears. Unfortunately for the fledgling, Amy was on the scary lady's side. "Look... if it were that big of a deal, they'd probably still keep screaming. Right?" She had goosebumps from the scream, to be fair, given that she was a cleric and saving people was pretty much her duty. But... her nails... and this treatment... was too perfect. What made her think, though, were the employees still tending to Amy and Moira despite the startling cry.

The one polishing off Amy's second hand flicked her wrist. "Calm down, dearies. It's natural. Happens at least once a day."

A bead of sweat ran down Amy's face. "Natural?"

The one tending to her calves and toes shrugged. "You learn to tune it out. There's a difference between danger-screaming and peeper-screaming. Trust us."

"Plus," the first chimed in again, her expression still neutral, "it came from the bathing area, did it not? That could only mean one thing." There was a pause between them, before they snickered quietly and went back to their jobs.

Amy merely blinked at how mellow the working duo were - as well as how diligent they actually worked. From the looks of it, Amy's nails were almost already completely done, with one hand polished and dried to perfection. Suitable for getting right into the spa and not washing off, all things considered. What a rewarding experience this turned out to be.

The cleric looked to Moira. Despite Janie's plea, Amy wasn't moving unless the redhead was, lest they were all subject to her anger so early in the day.