Shimmering Sands I have a very small mouth and only grabbed some of you

chuckles

It seemed that the pale brute had wandered himself into open cannon-fire. The unknown woman was rife with displeasure and had turned her combative self on him. There was no need for mockery, though Smokestep was born with thick skin. He watched her carefully as she spewed at him and then turned to Raptor and immediately began shrieking like a deranged harpy. For a moment, he was amused. It didn't take long for that amusement to wear away. The octaves she had found were enough to grind his gears to the bone.

Sandpiper had already taken to her defensive nature, throwing her own slurs. Raptor seemed to be the calmest of the lot, meeting the wild woman's antics with a pointy-toothed smile. Smokestep could not help but to snicker at the sight before he moved from his position and planted himself firmly beside the sable brute and the wily wench. He roamed over her figure with a thoughtful frown and then cast a smirk toward his companion. “Aye she's much too belligerent to be a Cairn, mate,” he told Raptor with a chuckle. “Ye should have known from the start. Makin' a fool of herself like that.” The pale pirate then scoffed in her direction with a curling smirk and a flashy wink that would – more than likely send her into a fit.