The rest of the corsair's introduction was cut off by yet another person colliding into her. She wheeled around at once, irritation plain on her face—but it was only a teenage boy. Unsurprisingly, it was a very intoxicated, scowling teenage boy. He looked at her, his mouth spreading into a lecherous smirk as he drank in the sight of her (and Arabella sighed, as she wasn't in the mood to deal with some drunk kid), froze when he noticed Foxe standing behind her. What's your problem? was on the tip of her tongue, but the boy darted in the opposite direction before she could get her question out.
Bella folded her arms across her chest and sighed, turning to face the dragoon with a bemused expression. "Another friend of yours?"