The gentleman seated at one of the dining tables, looking for all the world as though he were being forced to stay in his seat, in this establishment even, though a threat to either his life or his loved ones, was certainly an oddity in the casino. She had never seen him before, highly doubted she would see him again, and she had the distinct impression that unlike a number of their other patrons he was precisely as respectable as he appeared. Which made him the very last man in the building that deserved to have soup land on a highly sensitive area but the moment it did Cassie sprang into action from the other side of the room.

“Go into the back now,” she said calmly, through gritted teeth, taking hold of the perpetrator’s arm and guiding the young girl away, not wanting to even risk saying her name just in case he decided to take action against her. Tilly was just seventeen and far from the brightest, but a remarkably easy target if somebody was so inclined; she had been shaky all day since the incident last night with the Kestrals player and his wondering hands. Really it had been a matter of time.

“Sir, I really cannot begin to apologise,” she said, crouching to the ground and holding out her hand for him to pull himself up. From this close the stain on his trousers was rather…unfortunate but the soup from the kitchen was seldom what one could call hot so she hoped he had fallen through shock rather than injury. "Where does it...erm...where does it hurt?"