Sian COULDN'T HELP BUT NOTICE that a certain someone was not flocking to her aid, perhaps with a dedicated team of Magical Law Enforcement employees kept on standby for this very situation. The Sian Llewellyn Urgent Response Party. S.L.U.R.P. for short. Of course, Sian had never actually spoken to Bain about this, hadn't seriously expected this eventuality, but it was very hurtful that he'd not thought of it himself. Even more hurtful that he was not responding to her unholy racket shrieks for assistance even by himself, when they were a supposed to be a team. What could POSSIBLY be the hold-up?

Hmph. That was the end of his access to Blood Pops on tap. HMPH.

Finally getting the mug free from her hand, Sian wasted no time in lobbing it up and over the desk towards her attackers. Wand now in the correct hand, she transfigured the mug, while it was airborne, into a flock of angry birds, and sent them ahead at EVERYONE in order to defend her honour. "Oppugno!"

... Only to get a taste of her own medicine. From a dragon.

ROGUE.

"BAAAAAAAIIIIN," Sian shrieked - really, it was reflex by this point - diving away from the dragon between several over desks. She pushed to her feet and half-ran, half-speedy-power-walked to the exit, and ideally to safety. Directing her wand back over her shoulder, she let off a barrage of spells to take care of the dragon, and maybe the ROGUE EMPLOYEES. "Bombarda! Obscuro! Flipendo! Duckifors! Redactum Skullus!" Just missing the kitchen sink.