Rachel nodded and raced back to the Dandeliner. Taking to the sky, she quickly found her way over to the fight...Only to realise that there seemed to be [i]at least[/i] 7 or 8...maybe closer to a dozen people fighting what looked to be a teenager and small animal. While Rachel wasn't opposed to fighting with a numbers advantage, she knew there was a point where the advantage turned into a guarantee of friendly fire if she actually tried anything. 

The bike pulled a 180, heading back to the bar. Upon arriving, Rachel returned the Dandeliner to its Lockseed and headed inside. She took a seat at the bar and tried to get the bartender's attention. As she waited, she glanced around, taking in the general atmosphere of the place, even if it did seem rather...quiet at the moment.