Fallon heard it at the same time Aignéis did, but froze before she could react. Aignéis stopped her and demanded she stay put, but looking behind her she could see the two imposing Iron Guards. She felt sick just looking at their armour. Aignéis quickly rushed to intercept Myla, who were surely screw it up for everyone, but Fallon wasn't going to simply stand by. She knew she was better suited for listening to minds than Aignéis. Using this, she pushed a very clear message into Aignéis' head, hoping that she was being receptive enough to hear it. No, you will need my help. She felt a strong hum in her temples that gave her a slight headache, the price for forcing a message into another elf's head.
She didn't normally refuse orders from her superior, but this had to be the exception. She followed closely behind Aignéis, surveying the two guards and growing dizzier with each step towards them. She could practically feel the iron sizzling on her delicate skin. It was incredibly difficult to try to probe the thoughts running through the heads of the iron-clad men. Fortunately, strong emotions often lowered the defenses enough for Fallon to be able to pick out certain words, and images, though the messages weren't always clear. The human in front was much easier to interpret. He was thinking very angrily, the messages coming so quickly and so loud Fallon's head throbbed. He was enraged. Hearing him say, out loud, "human assault," was enough to confirm her suspicions -- they were here for Whatwashername. They had done nothing else wrong. The stupid girl had clawed the face of an important man. You ridiculous idiot! I hope you realize what you have done!
Fallon quickly withdrew from trying to probe the jumbled and harsh thoughts of the angry guard. Simply trying to understand through the iron was exhausting, but she needed to help Aignéis find a way out of this problem. She tried with the second man, the one who stood behind looking around. He had to be the weak link, he simply had to be. His thoughts were much quieter, so it took some effort, but at least there wasn't a loud hissing sound making her head explode with pain. Instead it was just a flash of an image, a memory ... skin bubbling and burning red. Fallon immediately pulled back and suppressed a gag. The man had a horrid memory in his head right now, but she knew how he felt about it. He was the one they could possibly sway. If she had the energy to do so, she would have tried to tell Aignéis about what she'd found. But there was just nothing more she could do, her glamer was worn and it was difficult enough to just stand there without sitting down and resting.
"You must be talking about what happened today," Fallon suddenly said, letting her face show the disgust she felt with Whatshername. "But I could have sworn she had gotten herself kicked out of here this morning. Did we not boot her into the streets?" She addressed the last line towards Aignéis, so that her superior could answer however she wanted. Perhaps it would be enough to divert the guards' attention. "Please understand," she spoke softly to the guards, making sure she didn't present any defiant body language that would offend the angry one. She barely raised her eyes to look up through her eyelashes briefly at the nervous one. "We simply do not tolerate such offensive behaviour here. All of us expect the best treatment for our clients, and anyone who does not follow the rules ... is dealt with."
Fallon usually depended on her past experiences to get her through situations, but this was unlike anything she'd ever gone through before. And the looming threat of the Iron Brand ... She couldn't let that happen to any of the girls. And despite her anger with Whatshername for endangering everyone, she found herself hoping desperately that these Iron Guards would just leave her -- and the rest of them -- alone.