The sudden jolt to her back did do the trick. it left her choking on a gasp of air though. She took a drink of someone next to her and chugged most of it down. No one initially noticed the action until she set t he glass down. The objectifying shout from the man was lost on her ears due to a long sigh of relief that passed through her lips. A prompt "Thank you Very much mister!" came out meant for both Ginzu and the man. "Hey," She leaned in close to him, a warm look coming to her eyes. She reached over and settled her hand on his shoulder. "That's not very good water. Get something better next time," Yisa shared as she patted his shoulder. The alto voiced gal turned around to hear Ginzus interaction with the bartender. Only the mans younger companion kept his fists away from the oblivious teen.
In fact, there were similar dispositions of the nearly-dead man and bubbly blond. Little did the pair know, the place had a decent amount of people who knew them on way or another. Old encounters from years back, to newer, more recent ones, such as a couple of bandits who attacked the pair earlier in the day. Of course not all the people knew them for ill will. The laughter and music continued despite the number of looks they were getting for one reason or another. Either way, Ginzu couldn't see them and Yisa didn't notice the looks. So what was the use worrying over something that wasn't affecting them? In the blonds mind, the answer was a clear "nothing." What did matter was that she was feeling a bit warm. The time was now to remedy that!
"Listen, boy, you've got to play it cool or they'll kick us out of here! No more coughing like a maniac!"
"MMM-HMMM!" Her muffled reply came out as she got stuck trying to remove her shirt. Unfortunately for her, she had forgotten to remove the covered sword on her back before lifting the long sleeved, loose top. Alcohol was not something she was used to. Now it was stuck on her face, exposing only the wrap used to keep chest bound. She struggled a bit more, arms over her head as she enjoyed a brief breeze over her midriff. "MEH!AMITTLEMEPMER!" She tried to ask for help. The bartender was sure to return to a sight.