Who was this, this... arrogance just God damn popping out of such a private place like that. Thisa wouldn't be surprised if the guy got punched in the face regularly, and if he didn't well he very well deserved it. She was furious, more then just furious she was straight up pissed, the urge to beat Micheal into a pulp was greatly rising, yet obviously doing so would be a really bad idea no matter who he was. Thisa grabbed Harold's shoulder with a clenched hand and pulled him in, perhaps a bit abruptly. She whispered in a soft, but sharp tone, *"Whatever happens I need to you keep me pulled back, really if things get worse I want you to do whatever you can to keep me held back... use force if you need to, just whatever happens I don't want this to escalate."* Thisa breathed deep, closed her eyes and counted to ten. She released Harold's shoulder, stood forward starting straight at Micheal with anything but a friendly look.

"That wasn't very polite, don't know how often you pull that kind of thing off... but if you're looking for allies that's not a good way to go about it. Still I guess you're not here to just to prank, what do you want I wonder."