*And then there is some shouting back and forth in Indian, or whatever it is, and then the surly one staring down at her in an intimidating sort of way. And isn't that precious.

Bellatrix has found herself another drink in the meantime, and doesn't feel much like rising from her seat, so she only makes rather a show of looking behind her, as if looking for the object of his anger. Finding none, she smiles mildly up at him.*

Mm, can I help you?