[Khloe was in the middle of her sixth tankard of ale(why they keep giving her more is mystery) when Rose pokes her nose into her business. She squinted above the rim at the red head who was raining on her parade, though by her vision there were two and sometimes three identical red heads.]

Oh? What 'ave we 'ere? Lil' red 'ead Miqo'te tryin' to act tough? [She feigns amusement, her drink put aside just a moment to smile.] I knew ol' Baderon blew the gab on me but, to think he sent some colt dove. What a bloody fool. I'm a lil' offended. [She took another gulp of ale, pink dusty cheeks turning a bit more red in the process.] Piss off, love, 'efore I stop thinkin' yer adorable.