♪ STICKY FINGERS

[ it's only rarely a fair fight when it's four to one and as hope's jogging past on her way home from one of the apothecaries in the down, she sees a skinny guy getting surrounded down another street so she slows, then stops. as the one takes a swing, she raises a hand and mutters a quiet 'corposris impetus' before moving in that direction. as the one swinging in her new friend's way comes to a stop, the other three turn to look. ]

Come on, guys, let's not tonight, okay?

[ it's probably an odd sight, a woman of about eighteen in yoga pants and a tank top, being overly conversational, as she meanders into a fight she's not supposed to be a part of. ]