[Ellie isn't much taller or heavier than Laura is, but she's got several inches on her and a few weeks of square meals rounding out her face. Whatever's behind the Displacement can take the girl out of a vicious survivalist world, but can't take the vicious survivalist out of the girl.

So when Ellie hears the stranger cry out in pain, it's not so much a thought as being both nearby and having an even halfway functioning sense of empathy.

And... very little sense on the self-preservation front.

So Ellie reaches out, grips the young woman by the back of the shirt, and hauls her bodily out of reach of the blow, which whizzes right by Laura's face.

With her other hand Ellie reaches out for the nearly-empty beer she'd been drinking, grips it by the neck of the bottle, holding it at the ready as she edges in front of Laura.]

Don't you fucking start this shit again, Kyle. If you wanna punch someone get in the ring.

[For approximately one second, Kyle appears to... consider this. But ultimately, Ellie fails the diplomacy check. So when he takes a heavy swing at her, Ellie brings up the bottle and shatters it heavily against the side of his skull. A raucous cheer goes up around them, but the bouncers are alerted anyway, and start fighting through the crowd to get to them.

As Kyle staggers, Ellie gives Laura a tug on her uninjured arm, careful not to touch her skin.]

Go go go-

[And whether Laura sees fit to follow or not, Ellie is off, tugging her through the press of the crowd.]

If you make trouble here, they throw you in.