As much as she wanted to uphold her cold stare, and remain as quiet and intimidating as possible, the second that the Skayleigh put his hands on her she crumpled down, trying to tuck away herself while trying not to laugh. She was ticklish and An-Hasst was not so small that she could just shove him away, she had no choice but to submit. She wondered if he knew. he must have known this was her weakness. He must have known. Why else would he poke and prod at her in this way - and with those giant hands. It was... unspeakably cruel.

"..Ssss... Stop it!" she shrieked out in between squeals of laughter and in a slight shock - waiting for the strange tickler to take his hands away.

Mortified, and feeling like she had well and truly lost any kind of upper-hand, she looked to her right, then to her left, and then to the character holding the key. Truth be told, she hadn't been in any kind of situation like this. In fact, she hadn’t really been in such close proximity to this many different breeds of folk. So far they hadn’t clubbed her, hit her, or cast any magics on her. In fact, they had really saved her life. Or at least, one of them had. He was obviously her best bet.

He was tall and rugged - and human. He looked well travelled and strong. His whole posse looked well travelled and strong. He was clearly the leader - he had that air about him.

Finally, she looked upon the holder of the keys again, her expression suddenly meek now that she had weighed up her options. “I… I will not hurt you” she uttered softly, almost under her breath. This one was short, but she was still shorter. She took a small step towards him, holding out her hands to his fists, locking eyes with his. 

“Just… let me on my way.”