She sidestepped, putting a hand between the woman and Jason when she caught his movements out of the corner of her eye, [color=f7941d]"That warn't hardly an answer."[/color] the redhead retorted, her discomfort steadily growing. She stole a quick glance in Joey's direction, who was now in full view, before focusing past him on the woman once more, [color=f7941d]"Y'ent got no business botherin' this'un."[/color] it was difficult to hear with how much her heart was pounding in her ears, and even though the redhead was deluded enough to think she could get out of any situation relatively unharmed, it was assuring to have a friend by her side. She flicked another glance to Joey and withdrew the brass knuckles, holding them down and to the side as a subtle suggestion too their foe,

[color=f7941d]"We 'ent wan'n t'hurt'che either, yeh?"[/color] she assured her, though her voice betrayed her tension, [color=f7941d]"We 'ent lookin' fer no sord'a trouble. Bu' pardon me fer gettin' jess a touch worrie't 'bout a lass droppin' down from th'sky'n th'like. It don't take a ph'losopher to know tha' 'ent normal."[/color] her free hand gradually pushed back, trying to force the child to take a step away from Isabeau. If it worked, she'd follow suit, only faltering to tap the back of Joey's foot with her own before moving.

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