The woman looked almost panicked. Not what Miranda expected from someone who just mopped the floor with someone larger than them. Given that, she was inclined to believe her story, but one could never be sure. One of the customs officers also saw the incident and was already dragging the man in question over to them. He was reluctant to approach the brunette and was quite vocal about it. His loud protests caught the attention of some others in the crowd. Now they had audience. Hungry, agitated audience. This would have to be handled carefully.
[i]“Getting closer and closer to that riot here.”[/i] She thought, worried.
“I’m sure your employer will understand this delay. You said you had to stop your arms from dislocating his shoulder?” she asked, “Care to elaborate? The way you describe it, it doesn’t look like an accident. What caused you to think dislocating his shoulder was a good thing to do?” she continued before turning to the man. “And what about your side of the story? What’s that I heard about you trying to steal food from miss…?” she trailed off and turned towards the woman, waiting for her name.

I the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of an officer’s uniform. Taking a better look, he matched the description of the second in command. [i]”Now he shows up.”[/i] The Lieutenant begun marshalling some of his men around. Hopefully, they would hold the crowds until the security reinforcements arrive. She noticed Solothurn’s customs team stopped checking the supplies and started herding the closest civilians. She had to wonder where the marines she saw earlier were.

[@Silver Carrot]