"You're a jerk!" Aria growled at Cronic from underneath two crates of mead bottles that had spilled out, but thankfully not smashed. She huffed, apparently giving up as she got on her knees to carefully stack everything back into the crates, and eventually back into the corner. She stared menacingly at Cronic for a moment, then took a deep breath, strolling over to her desk to sit down, folding her arms as she restrained herself.