His quick actions get a small noise out of Amy but she isn't going to take all of this sitting down. She follows on Crowley's heels to the wayward couple.
"But, but we're-"
"Oi, you heard the man. Get out of this bar. Scotland doesn't want the lot of you sullying it's fair name." She makes shooing motions at them with her hands, not caring that they were playing directly into the narrative.
A slight gulp can be heard, but the narrator continues. "They thought this was the end. Their simple, happy lives would be no longer once the barbaric Scots had their way."
"Oh, come on. If they weren't in here complaining about us, we wouldn't be having to do any of this. What kind of nonsense is all this?" She stands there with her hands on her hips, glowering at the ceiling.
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"But, but we're-"
"Oi, you heard the man. Get out of this bar. Scotland doesn't want the lot of you sullying it's fair name." She makes shooing motions at them with her hands, not caring that they were playing directly into the narrative.
A slight gulp can be heard, but the narrator continues. "They thought this was the end. Their simple, happy lives would be no longer once the barbaric Scots had their way."
"Oh, come on. If they weren't in here complaining about us, we wouldn't be having to do any of this. What kind of nonsense is all this?" She stands there with her hands on her hips, glowering at the ceiling.