Felicity crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair as she listened a frown taking hold of her brows and crinkling the centerfold of her expression. When the woman stopped talking her lips pursed. "Right, great, just my luck. Look lady, I'm not the owner of this occamy, and neither is my brother, we just host a stage for people to perform, and based on the wailing banshee back there our lead act is done for, but don't provide the goods which is just fucking fantastic..." She said with a final sigh. She was stressed, because today of all days was the day that things decided to fall a part.

Nobody sold occamies around here or loaned them or...She scratched her head trying to think, and then finally looked at the woman, "Right you can go, guess she'll just have to do without, because..." Her head tiled back as she yelled to the back of house, "I AM NOT REFUNDING 500 TICKETS FOR YOUR SORRY ASS LADY! SO GET YOU AND YOUR DEAD BOA'S SHIT TOGETHER!" A wail came from the back, no doubt the woman who lost her occamy. Felicity then turned back to the Mazoo-what-agist, "Sorry for your time, thanks for no help. This show will go on." Felicity moved to stand, "Come on people we got a show coming up." A grumble under her breath, "Not a fucking zoo anyway it's a GODDAMN THEATRE! LET'S GO! Griphook why the fuck are my curtains lopsided?"