It's probably no surprise that the woman with the burn scars on a good chunk of her body reacts poorly when fire erupts from the mouth of a fellow patron. Her and that particular element were never very good friends, even with such magic possible at the tip of her fingers...

So it's probably also not much of a surprise when he hears an undignified squawk from beside him, before a clatter of chairs and a tall, gangly mess of limbs of a woman is spawled out on the floor.

"Yes... Yes, you certainly are," Jade pipes out, her voice several octaves higher than usual. "Please stop."