Grouse Thicket I’m a chimpanzee

As Whrist grumbled, loudly, about her name, Nyra was half tempted to give up speaking mid-way through as she bitched about it. 
As Ciaran began to look uncomfortable and started to, obviously, bounce out, the Harbinger laughed sharply at her shadowy companion "You're such an edgelord, Bells. But our guest seems to be leaving! Should we..." A sly, cruel grin, "Escort him a bit?" 
AKA, chase him off, harass with teeth, however she wanted to put it, but the suggestion to the Specialist was blatantly obvious on Nyra's face.