Molly had gotten bored rather quickly and was in the mood to dance with someone who was neither related or shared a similar physiology.
So far she had only been introduced to one person meeting all the necessary criteria.
Dancing with someone you've never met was awkward.
Unfortunately, she arrived when voices were being raised.
"You know... A fornicating equine shouldn't be approached even by a vagabond, lest he be kicked. Hooves are sharp and dangerous you know." Molly interjected.
She looked over the outfit the girl with the bad mouth wore. Wasn't she of the wrong complexion for that? It was a very good thing there were no pet monkey's on board, or she'd be naked.
"Does the Cabbage Junky know how to dance?" Molly tilted her head and her emerald eyes sparkled with amusement.