Miss Roux looked more nervous than a cat in a room full of rockin' chairs, Marlon was certain of it. He couldn't blame her, a lot was ridin' on Eau winnin' and takin' the piss out of Pettibone...Since he'd managed to botch it, that is..."Oh, I'm sure ya can, Miss Roux, wouldn't doubt it for a minute. But even the canniest of folks can always use a second pair of hands, Pa always said." He chuckled at her mention of "extra eyes". "I can't rightly say I'm surprised you've got folks watchin' ya just like Cheri. Ya always did strike me as somelady important."
Jack had to avoid laughing at that big dumb slab of a man trying to be all protective. What a freaking joke! If you couldn't stop me in the ring, how would you stop me now? And why would you think I'd do anything but sit here with the whole world watching? Besides, it's not like you could stop words anyway, and breaking her pride is better than breaking her face any day of the week...You know, if Dogmeat really botched this fast, he'd probably have time to nip over to Ember's without Arachne noticing...nah, too risky, that would have to stay touch and go...
In the seat directly behind Jack, Mr. Galahad stared daggers through his sunglasses at the back of Mr. Pettibone's head. Outfitted in some beat-up jeans, a leather jacket, and a black knit beanie to hide his shaven head, he could have been just another tough guy come to watch heads get knocked together. And Lemmy, in a white tank-top and jeggings, had her hair down and heavily made-up, was pretending to fawn over him. From her angle, though, she could easily keep an eye on Miss Roux, barring Mr. Murk being so obstructively large! Ugh, she knew he was being a gentleman but how inconvenient could you get!? At least Niles, on the other side of their ward, wolfing down popcorn in his greasy blue technician's coverall, still had a clear vantage point. She admired his dedication, he found stadium food disgusting and stood a strong chance of retching it up later.