A fierce stomping signaled Dust's dragon backing up abruptly, wings spread and head lowered in alarm. A few startled yelps behind him came up from the people his flanks were shoving out of the way.

Dust didn't wait for her to close the gap -- as soon as he saw that arm coming towards him, he half-dove, half-rolled backwards, coming up to his feet a few yards away. "Why would you just -- grab someone on the street?!" he demanded, still half-wondering if he'd been in the wrong and reacted too hastily. He was starting to think that wasn't the case, though.