[ Even without a mental, no, biological connection to each other in the form of a colony of bugs embedded in one's skull, the human mind has always been capable of sensing changes in the collective mood of a room. Like a shift in air pressure, near imperceptible but definitely noticeable.
It's this brand of intuition that has her slowing her steps to turn just as the scuffle starts in a single wind change. In the moment the Meradan bodyguard finishes his quip to the start of a chuckle from his friend, one of the Carpathans turns on her heels to grab the jokester by the collar and push him against a wall to the gasps and yells of the surrounding Rabadoceans. ]
Hey-- Hey.
[ It is uncharacteristic of the supposedly reclusive Carbauschians, the way she rushes right into the scene, wedging herself between the feuding aliens in an attempt to shove the Carpathan servant back, to little effect. She latches on to the first ally she spots, her gaze and mind reaching him like a pair of arms would. ]
( closed to murphy )
It's this brand of intuition that has her slowing her steps to turn just as the scuffle starts in a single wind change. In the moment the Meradan bodyguard finishes his quip to the start of a chuckle from his friend, one of the Carpathans turns on her heels to grab the jokester by the collar and push him against a wall to the gasps and yells of the surrounding Rabadoceans. ]
Hey-- Hey.
[ It is uncharacteristic of the supposedly reclusive Carbauschians, the way she rushes right into the scene, wedging herself between the feuding aliens in an attempt to shove the Carpathan servant back, to little effect. She latches on to the first ally she spots, her gaze and mind reaching him like a pair of arms would. ]
( Murphy. A little help. )