As the group walks to the Mug Heartboiler's bouncing step changes into a slightly irritated stomping walk. She has difficulty walking the, for her, slow tempo and she let's out a heavy sigh every time she gets ahead. Her smile is gone from her face too, replaced by a frown. Let's hurry up and get this thing over with so we can get back to business, no unnecessary small talk, ok? I can't stand being around joyful beings in to high numbers at once, actually I prefer no actively joyful beings around at all. Perhaps best if I wait close to the door, so i don't accidentally start a barfight on purpose. She says, sounding more like a growl, as she keeps her eyes straight forward.