For a moment, Cloelia sort of stood there like a sea urchin. She wanted a landroller - she did - but the result of mermaids mixing with old people and stealing their aids was distracting her. Old humans made strange noises when they were de-chaired. Especially when they ended up on the floor. The younger people she understood more, but was far less interested in. The mention of police caught her attention for all of five seconds. They were something she had a love-hate relationship with. The uniformed humans always seemed to become nicer to her when they realised she couldn't speak, though she was fairly certain they also thought her to be a little stupid. But their cars were pretty. Prettier when she was inside a building and she could watch the glow dance across the ceiling. It was just the noise she didn't like. Head tilting as she listened for the racket that signalled their approach, she shrugged. The shouting younger human was lying. Or they just weren't close enough.
Whatever. It didn't matter anyhow, they be gone soon. Snorting at the noises Melia's old human was making, she resolved to try and remove her old person - who was holding onto the chair she had chosen harder than he had any right to - in a manner that made far less noise. Because it was actually sort of ridiculous. Yes, dumping them was funnier, but he was saying things about how she was dressed and that was just rude. Now, she didn't understand what a hussy was (if he had called her a daughter of a kelpie in heat, he might have hit the mark), but he wasn't keeping that chair. It was hers now. If he had wanted to keep it, he shouldn't have rolled it quite so closely to her. Positioning herself in front of the landroller, she scooped him up and tried to relocate him. Let go of the arms, you ridiculous creature. After she started to shake him free, he swiped at her face - so she immediately pulled her arms out from under him, jaw dropping indignantly. See, now, that noise he had just made was more like the kind of thing she expected to hear from a human who had met the floor sooner than they expected. Oh, be quiet, I could have done worse.
Shushing the younger human shouting at her - which actually worked for all of ten seconds - she broke into a run, dragging the roller behind her. It had wheels, it could keep up. And she hadn't killed anyone. Even if that man that tried to hit her was probably in pain. Serves him right. The moment she stopped, Cloelia bounced up onto the balls of her feet. They had landrollers. And they had far better ideas for them. And I'm not a hussy, I don't think. But - landrollers!