Chloe's bat signal goes right over Flynn's head, but the hand on the back of his shirt - kind of hard to miss. His first instinct is to turn and deck whoever's manhandling him, but Koltira's voice interrupts that plan.

If he were sober, he might have the presence of mind to recognize it as a real threat; he's heard enough from the rest of the D&D guild to know he should take Koltira seriously. But instead, he responds with a broad grin, barely even bothering to glance back at the elf.

"Depends. Will it be more legible than your texting?"