“Another disappointment.” 

Felicia quickly sucked in a breath of air and jerked away from the stall counter. Oh by Farore, the Goddess of Courage, she truly was going mad! That voice had sounded like it came from someone talking right in her face-- and she could have sworn she’d seen a flash of yellow out of the corner of her eye! Blinking she turned hesitantly to face Kamo who was staring at her—his expression blank as always, but evidently concerned.

“I thought I saw a bean beetle… th-that’s all,” she muttered, clearing her throat and returning her attention to the crowd. No sooner had she done so than a tall, bulky man literally sprinted up to her stall (evidently very excited about fish… perhaps [i]too[/i] excited.) While she herself wasn’t exactly wearing the right shade of green nor an adequate amount of it, the man stuck out like a sore thumb amongst all the other folks—part of it most likely due to his extremely concealed face. 

“Uhm… hello, sir. Caaan I… help you?” she said slowly. She was wary right from the start, but soon warning beacons were going off in her head left and right. Upon noticing that his round, reflective goggles were no longer pointed at the fish, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck begin to rise. Was he… staring at her? Suddenly, without warning, the man leapt over the counter—attempting to scoop her up into his arms. 

“What the—“ Felicia was almost too surprised to move, but her anxious, jumpy nature quickly kicked in. She twisted herself away and kicked out frantically, trying to get away—but she wasn’t quite fast enough and, being stuck between her chair and the stall, she didn’t have much room to escape. The heel of her foot, amidst her kicking frenzy, smashed down on the stall counter, causing it to teeter back with a powerful jolt. This sent fish sailing through the air and onto Felicia and the stranger, who was still managing to keep a hold on her. 

He seemed to completely ignore Felicia’s reaction and continue on with some obscene sort of rhyme about her hips and breasts, which only caused Felicia’s face to burn a darker shade of red—a combination of embarrassment and confused rage. As the psychopath finished his rap, Felicia discreetly reached towards the counter to wrap her hand around the tail of a large 12 inch Reekfish, which was then sent careening into the side of the man’s head. 

Kamo watched in a combination of shock, horror, and confusion, frozen in his position on the ground after his seat had been knocked over in the tussle. “Kamo! Grab the fish!” Felicia shouted, urging him to pick up the copious amount of merchandise that was now all over the ground.

“A-and you!” Felicia pushed against the man’s chest, straightening out her elbows, “P-put me down or else I’ll call the guards! I’m serious!” Several members of the crowd had already stopped to see what was going on. In the distance, a guard, patrolling the streets for troublemakers, glanced at where the crowd seemed to be forming-- growing more and more suspicious by the second. It seemed unlikely that the crowd would disperse unless the man set her down—and soon.