While some people might have reacted poorly to their friend being slapped about the face, Harriet was not like some people. Hell, Harriet was not like most people. As the tell tale sounds of skin on scales hit her ears the Gunslinger turned her head to the side and cocked a brow at the little exchange. Forgetting about the large cat for the time Harriet barked a laugh and took her hand from the gun on her belt and slapped her thigh. Before she could do much to contribute to the scolding though the massive cat had started to defuse the situation and was searching through the warlocks. Well, it was a good idea. 

[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1915]Investigation Roll: 8[/url]

Harriet walked from corpse to corpse, kicking a few of them and stooping down to peer at their faces and clothes, only half heartedly looking. "Yar." she said with a nod when Draj informed them of the nature of these warlocks. "'ad one back in the fightin' that fell down on 'is lil' grendado. Triggered the whole thing and when Draj pulled'em off it..." Harriet paused and made a rather impressive explosion noise with her mouth. "'ad to tackle the big lug outta the way. Still left a nasty bit of burnin' and shrapnel in the blue boy." 

She lifted herself to her full height and peered around. Everyone seemed very odd all of a sudden. Some had that far off look in their eye like they were not not quite here. Then, of course, the beast that wasn't a beast said something weird in that language he insisted on using. Harriet didn't need to speak the language to know some of what it meant. It was a tone and a feeling she could understand. They were being watched or stalked. 

She rolled her shoulder and plucked her pistol from it's holster in the center of her belt, just off to the right. The old pistol made a nice leather on steel hiss, and then, it was punctuated with mechanical click-twist of the hammer falling back and cylinder twisting into the firing position. The smile faded from the Gunslinger's face and her eyes floated around the battle ground, hunting, seeking. "Wits 'bout y'all." Harriet hissed, hoping her words in a language that everyone could understand would snap her companions back into professionalism. 

[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1916]Perception roll: 15, higher than passive of 14.[/url]