Chip chittered furiously and banged his nut against the glass that produced a faint tapping sound as this green woman grabbed Ceria's hand.  Meanwhile, the elf in question had not expected being grabbed so abruptly and swung her other (right) hand around in a hook intended to bash whoever it was who had grabbed her.  Her punch was aimed at about head height for the goblin whom she had expected had made a move on her.  

Fortunately, the punch sailed inches past the tiefling. [color=39b54a] "What are you doing?"[/color] she hissed, freeing her hand to gesture at the goblin who may have seemed slightly more agitated at the extended commotion.  [color=39b54a]"Are you [i]trying[/i] to start ANOTHER fight?"[/color]  Her voice barely cleared whisper status as the elf turned heel and started toward the staircase before she remembered the barkeep hadn't actually given them any room keys yet.  With an exasperated sigh, she turned back around, folded her arms, and stared pointedly in the male tiefling's direction.