[Blitzkrieg]

A mirthful laugh echoed through the sickeningly quiet cafe at his words, and the femme gave a shrug, leaning back on her heels. "I've been known for giving big tips. You'd better not, save it up. If I tip you so much every day you'll be rich." She teased softly, taking another sip of the warm drink, letting it wake her all the more. Not that she needed to be any more hyper at this point, but Rene did tend to have a problem with being a little eccentric either way.

"I know how you feel." came a quiet reassurance over the top of her coffee. "I can't stand even having to talk to customers." Cringing back at the thought alone, she shook her head. "Luckily though, I spend most of my time hidden under cars. You should try it some time, much better than getting fifty cent tips from girls like me in a place like this."

Just then, a man headed into the cafe, hands clenched into fists at his sides, eyes ablaze with anger. He stalked right for Rene, glaring death and huffing heavily as though he'd just run a mile. "Oh lord, not here alright Mitch?" she rolled her eyes to the sky, expression hardening in an instant. "You cheated, and I demand my money back you bitch!" he shouted then, reeling back to punch the girl who merely stepped to the side and groaned. "I didn't cheat. I just failed to tell you something you didn't bother to ask about. Your assumptions are not my problem." she pointed out as the man got all the more riled up, leaping forward to try and tackle the young woman to the ground.

Glancing back to Narian briefly, she heaved a sigh, holding out one hand to stop the man mid leap and throw him down onto the ground. "What a jackass..." she mumbled under her breath, stomping down hard on the man's ribs, causing him to shout out in pain. "Sorry about this Narian!" she read off his name tag, giving a light wave and looking a bit nervous, all too apprehensive compared to before this little incident as she lifted the man who was significantly larger right up with one arm and tossed him over her free shoulder, toting him out of the cafe with her coffee in the other hand.