"OW, fuck-criminy-sakes!" The grabby-drunk immediately lets go of Doll's ankle and she scurries up onto the roof and to safety. Cradling his hand, he continues to let out a string of strange swearing while his friends, one of them with a bloody lip, rush to his side.

"Shit, she break it?"

"Uh, bleeding here??"

"What is your problem, lady?!" Injured-wrist looks defensive and smarting as he cowers, but he's clearly still pissed. "She broke Laurence's nose!"

"Technically it was my lip but..."

"It sounds a lot more dramatic if it's your nose, man."

"I know but she's like... barely ten kilo, it's embarrassing--"

"FOCUS, OKAY?" Injured-wrist snaps at his two friends, then looks back at Beau. "She with you, then? Because we were just trying to talk to her and she went all crazy. An apology would be nice."

There's an unholy shriek from the roof and Doll pitches a roof tile at the, until now, only uninjured man. It catches him across the shoulder and he falls into Injured Wrist.

"Oh fuck this--!" Laurence goes in for a swing at Beau while the other two try to recover.