Nishka yawned, it seemed exciting but they were both just staring at each other doing nothing. That wasn't any fun, even worse, someone was trying to mediate the fight. Most everyone was watching, cause what else would they do, but it seemed if it continued like this nothing would happen. She tossed a rock up and down in her hand, about half the size of an apple. Good enough to leave a nice bruise if it hit someone. 

Her bag was held in her other hand and she popped a bubble before speaking up loudly, [b]"Moneys on gun girl, if she's not too much of a chicken to fight!"[/b] Hopefully that would be enough to provoke them. For some reason people found the thought of being a chicken very irritating, despite their usefulness. She was tempted to clobber one of them and turn their attention on her, but watching a fight was less strenuous then fighting one, though usually about as fun. Ignoring the resulting stares Nishka simply popped another bubble. They just wished they had brought bubble gum.