During this unexpected showdown Aurora kept a tight smile on her face, trying to display a confidence she did not feel. She managed to resist the urge to peek at the stranger's expression during the confrontation, merely nodding sagely at his description of Jonah's tendency to carnage.
"Distasteful's right. And I'd feel downright awful too," she chirped in agreement, turning seemingly worried eyes in the direction of her competitors. "I hate people getting holes in them on my account."
It became clear after a moment that the stranger had won the battle of nerves between the pair. Aurora watched with immense satisfaction as the sulked away, only tossing a few last threats as they retreated. Her smile became genuine, broadening into a grin of satisfaction as she whirled to face her unlikely rescuer.
"I owe you a bottle!" she proclaimed, balling up the hand that had been grasping at his forearm to give him a little punch on his shoulder. "That was real quick thinking there."
Belatedly, she noted he seemed more relieved than exhilarated from the altercation. A concerned look instantly dampened the euphoric expression on her face. "How 'bout we see about getting you that drink right now?"