There's footsteps beside them -- quiet but heavy, judging from the way the floor seems to tense under it -- and something large blocks them off from the rest of the bar. Yes, even bigger than Brick. Whoever decided to make it his problem is apparently providing a momentary respite from the looks and distant conversations.

Ferroc never really frequented this place, but the hotel bar had coincidentally run out of that particular liquor that tasted much like the ale Iron Legion cleaned their engines with, so reluctantly, he'd made his way for the other place serving alcoholic beverages. Little did he know, they'd strip him down to almost nothing as soon as he's through the door. Not that he particularly minded, his people weren't quite as weird about nudity as humans tended to be. At least he's still in a nice tribal loincloth rather than one of those awful sparkly human designed things.

He's not sure what exactly just happened, but there's someone bursting into tears right next to his buddy, and while he'd like to give him the benefit of doubt, the sudden electrical storm gives him the heebie jeebies a bad feeling. It's not a stretch to think the person glowing right in the middle of it has something to do with it, though he's thinking more in lines of an upset elementalist losing their grip on their arc lightning.

He taps Mordecai on the shoulder with one of his claws, rumbling a sigh. "You're not bothering the human cub, are you?"

Angel's so tiny, he just assumes she must be very young. He gently nudges her knee to get her attention as he just sort of squishes himself inbetween the humans, suprisingly smoothly considering his size. Maybe talking would help her calm down and get a hold on -- whatever is going on. Maybe just the shock of perceiving him. Most humans in Hell seemed to have never seen a charr before.

"Can you tell me what happened?"