A hint of concern crosses her eyes. Wednesday isn't the complaining type; an interesting change when Girl's used to spending most of her free time around Ghoul. It must have been a trying time to get Wednesday talking. "You wanna talk 'bout it?"

She spares a glance to the argument, trying to remember whether one of the faces is familiar. The tension between the two fighting is ramping up, in each other's face and she thinks she sees spit flying. "The regular's always just a lotta hot air, but that skinny guys looks out for blood. Might get to see some broken noses."