Unrecognisable

[anarchyarcher]

 "I hate this place!" Ako hisses, her eyes meeting Scribble's. "Quiet? I can't imagine that anyone can read over this! I can't even hear myself think!" 

She waves her empty clawed hand around, gesturing around at the quieted patrons gathered around their booths and idols. Her other foreleg switches around in an opposite pattern to keep herself upright, sending her blade in an arc behind her. 

"And apparently none of you can hear me either," She hisses, glaring at the group behind Scribble before falling back down onto three legs, sword held to one side. "So I think I'll just solve this problem myself!" 

Then, after crouching briefly, Ako jumps onto a nearby bookcase. She lands on it about halfway up, out of reach. Then she starts to climb.