The fat one appears to be barking orders while pacing back and forth. It's hard to parse, but it appears that she is being heard, or at least not stopping to explain herself further.
"What the hell do you mean, there's no east wing? Get some eyes down there, pronto!
I am not screwing with you, Gordon, as God as my witness I will castrate you before the entire Hive if you don't figure out what the HELL
is going on and PRONTO
She really seems to enjoy yelling, and the word "pronto.">>721217
Border nods knowingly at her. "I am aware of Captain Scar's use of …said device… and I assure you that Mister West here is more than competent with his own. It is interesting that you have drawn such a connection, however." He touches hoof to chin in admiration at Jiandao's mental prowess. Without further comment, he directs attention effortlessly at West as the aristocrat finishes up adjustments to his pocketwatch-device. Border strides to his side, appearing interested at the face of the watch as West holds it up again. Border eyes the face, then beckons Jiandao closer to see.>>721218
The tall, dark stallion looks at her like he might grab her, but doesn't. He takes a step backward. "You need to leave."
A voice calls from a back room. Female. "Honey? Who's there?"
He looks around. "Shit! Seriously, you have to go!" He starts to usher Falling toward the front door.
A dark and fetching young mare with a hot pink manefro in a bathrobe saunters in from a back room. "Babe?" She spots Falling and her jaw about hits the ground. "What the FUCK is THIS??"
The stallion appears to start to try to talk, but the mare doesn't let him.
"NO! NO! NO! I will NOT HAVE this! Not in MY HOUSE!!"
The bathrobed mare starts to approach Falling, murderous intent in her eyes. The stallion, easily twice the size of the mare, appears contritely terrified, and stands aside to let things take their natural course.>>721219
Starfish and Cit, accepting the security guards' escort as help rather than forceful, are graciously and professionally led, unfortunately at the beck and call of the yappy dog Veddy. KC follows the group, unfettered and with a wide berth, as the third minotaur, a fairly bulky specimen by any normal comparison, follows him, trying to look commanding and not meek next to the hulking automaton.
Veddy leads the six of them to a break in the endless bar, barely a look backward as he slips into a door in the hubward wall of the establishment. This leads to a small corridor parallel to the bar, which the group pushes through to another small portal. This thankfully opens up into what appears to be a waiting room.
Veddy does his best to look intimidating. "Now you await your fate!" One of the minotaurs sneezes right as he is almost done talking. It sounds fake. There is a long second while the diamond dog stares angrily at the minotaur who appears not to notice. Finally, Veddy continues. "You're going to-" Another one of the minotaurs sneezes. It's definitely fake. Veddy looks like he's about to explode.