[Getting into something... Sieglinde, who for a moment seemed rather titillated at the possibility, suddenly starts looking a bit disappointed.]

Just a scuffle? I thought perhaps you meant something more illicit.

[Had she been rather excited over the liklihood of maybe catching two lovers between the stacks? Maybe.

But at the question she looks up in recollection. Sigh inducing recollection.]

Team Squirrelfucker? I had to threaten to curse the lot of them.