[u][b]Location: The Keelhauled Pony, Twelve Seas Port, Haven[/b][/u]

She almost cries out, in fact she opens her mouth to do just that, but then she's spun around into that embrace and the smiling stranger is making a shushing motion rather than mistakenly kissing her, as it seemed so likely was about to happen. Wary but still curious, and apparently determined to remain inconspicuous as well, judging by the adamant way she holds her hood in place, she lefts one hand to the side of the stranger's neck, playing her part in the embrace.

The two armed men move through the pub, looking behind barrels and under tables, but when they try to search behind the bar, there's an audible click that stops everyone in their tracks. One of the barmaids holds a pistol in one hand, trained on the first pursuer. "Leave," she says firmly. And while it seems like the men might argue, a second click from a second pistol - this one in the hands of the second barmaid, ends the potential stand-off, and the two men head for the doors, cursing under their breath the entire way. Though they continue to look around a bit before leaving, their eyes skim right over the pair of lovers locked into an embrace, and then they're gone. [b](KEY of the Imposter, 1XP)[/b]

It takes but a moment for the volume in the pub to ratchet back up to previous levels, perhaps these sorts of interruptions are a regular enough occurrence that they don't hold the collective attention for very long. Whatever the reason, once things are more or less back to normal, the redhead pulls away from her pseudo-assailant. "Well, now you owe me a drink, I think," she decides. "And an explanation of all that would be rather grand as well." She gestures expansively, indicating the previous incident.