Taking a moment to make sure Ash's stunt with the shotgun hadn't given her a heart-attack, Tyra cast Ash a venomous glare. [color=red]"What the hell do you think you're doing shooting that thing in here!?"[/color] Tyra shouted at him. [color=red]"Even if it isn't loaded, that's just the kind of stupid behavior that starts fights!"[/color]

In retrospect she realized that bitching starts a lot of fights too, but she had been too angry to care. If she'd sat a little closer to him she'd probably have lost her hearing for a few hours. Either way, the damage cost for the ceiling would be coming out of their paychecks and Tyra already was running tight on cash.

She was going to continue berating Ash, when she saw Imogen enter the bar, blissfully unaware of the previous havoc, and make her way straight to Levi, no questions asked. Tyra looked over at her, and, pushing aside her anger at Ash, wished for more than a moment that could be her. What she would give to travel away on an airship and see the world, on the famous Magnificent and her captain, at that. But what could she do? Shoot a gun? She bet anyone who'd managed to survive these days could do that. Ash had so kindly demonstrated it, and that was likely the most interesting thing to happen in here. 

She pushed through the now timid crowd, trying to get a better look at the Captain anyway. She could at least dream.