Molly noticed her audience while she had one leg in the air alongside her body, her ball rolling from her shoulder down her extended arm. With a squeak of surprise she brought her leg down and the ball went rolling.
"Oh fornication, copulation and procreation," she chased down the errant ball. She balanced it between her forearm and hip while looking at Spy. "Common curtisy dictates letting people know when you're around."
It was a public place, after all, and he had every right to be there. "You made me drop the ball."