Dani looked back and forth between the two, who were arguing like children, and decided they were too unreliable a source. The boy looked about ready to shit himself, and the chickadee was a Marine. And Dani just flat-out didn't trust Marines. Luckily, there was a more reliable source around, currently trying to worm his way through the crowd. But first, to shut the children up.
*Bang* *Bang* She shot them both dead. Lol, just kidding. She fired two shots into the air (although at an angle so the return trip didn't kill anyone. She hated killing by accident. It must be on purpose), and instantly, both stopped fighting. "Alright, first things, first!" She pointed her gun at the smithy still rummaging through the rubble "Marshall! Are you injured?" she asked, concern apparent, yet hidden. Standing up, holding a picture and dusting himself off, Marshall responded with a sly grin "No ma'am. Little dude over there saved me life, and the little tyke-" he held up the picture of him and his daughter "-is completely unharmed. I'm good". "Excellent. WEASEL! Front and center!" A tiny "eep" escaped from the back, but in a few seconds, there he was. With a comforting smile (and blood-thirsty eyes), Dani simply asked what had occurred. Weasel was more than happy to oblige, recounting everything from his first meeting with Natsu to the explosion. Sighing, Dani dismissed Weasel back to his duties, but with a stern "I'll deal with your punishment later".
Holstering both revolvers, Dani took a long drag of her cig, walking up to the boy "Well... I guess you didn't fuck up too much. Still..." She raised her right fist and slammed it into the boys head, sending him crashing into the ground. Before anyone could react she had repeated the action on the girl as well. "Next time, THINK BEFORE YOU WRECK OTHER PEOPLE'S SHIT!!! Both of you owe Marshall 500,000 Berri to rebuild his house and me another 500,000 Berri for disturbing my sleep! That's one million Berri each, in case you can't count! And I'm NOT letting you out of my sight before then! GOT IT!?" she asked, tossing away her cig and stamping it out with her (bare) foot. Sitting down in a crossleg position, she folded her arms and took a deep breath, a perfectly friendly smile coming over her face, her eyes full of cheer "Now, then. You say you're here to shop. Sisisisi... Let's talk business"...