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Sunny's alarm goes off as Rob tries to take her.

Milliways is probably filled with the sound.

Anya looks over. "What in the world?"

Rob quickly drops the baby, and steps away, casually swinging his arms. The alarm stops going off. "Ach, no. Not takin' any babbies here," he says, looking around casually. "Just...moved her," he covers carefully, even if no one is listening. "S'good for babbies to move, righ'?"

Beowulf stalks over to where the baby is, standing almost over her and snarls at the strange man.

"Waily waily waily!" Rob cries. "I didnae mean to make the babby sad."

Beowulf just continues to snarl. ((this is before VH walks over))

Okay, he's feeling threatened now. Rob kicks the dog in the nose and runs. It's doubtful anyone will be able to find his hiding place. He's good at disappearing.

The dog yelps, but continues to snarl until the man is completely out of site.

Then, turns to the baby as Van Helsing makes his way over, having heard the dog's cry of pain.

She's crying now. The noise scared her.

Right. Now there a Tim. He kneels down next to her.*

Hey there kiddo. You all right?

"NO!" she wails.

*Tim picks her up, carefully.*

There there kiddo.... Anything i can do to help you out?

*No, he doesn't know her...but he likes kids. they taste good :) *

She sniffles some more and clings to him. This wasn't good! Not at all! She seems occupied with just crying for a bit.

*Tim bounces her a bit, stroking her back. You don't want to know how he knows how to take care of babies. It's weird.*

She quickly calms down, yawning sleepily.

*Tim rocks her.*

Now then, where do we let you rest?

She points at Tom.

There is no link because the mun is lazy.

*And Tim lets her go that way.*

Anya looks down at the short guy. And blinks. She then kneels down next to Sunny. "Are you okay?"

She shakes her head and sniffs.

Anya doesn't have much experience with babies. So she awkwardly reaches over and pats the baby on the head. "I won't let the scary little man hurt you, okay? How's that sound?"

She calms down a little, hiccuping. "Goom." Good. She clings to Anya's leg, not even bothering to bite.

There is now a baby clinging to her leg. Anya continues to pat the baby on the head. "So who do you belong to?"

She shrugs tearily.

Anya looks around, trying to see if anyone belongs with the baby. She sits down on the floor and carefully and a little awkwardly transfer the baby to her lap. She rubs her hand up and down Sunny's back. Maybe she'll like that. "There there... it will be okay."

Sunny calms down quickly, soon yawning.

Well, that seemed to work. Anya continues to rub Sunny's back, cooing at her.

Sunny sees Tom and slips off of Anya's lap, hurrying over to him.

There is no link, because Sunny's mun is laaaaaazy.

"Oh, good, you do belong to someone." Smiling slightly, Anya returns to the bar.

Beowulf, confident the man is gone, turns and sniffs at the baby's head.

Van Helsing approaches slowly... he's not so good with children.

She's normally a cute baby, but few babies are cute when they're wailing.

Van Helsing doesn't always do all that well with adults either, so, he's really lost when it comes to kids.

Beowulf, OTOH, has no problems at all. The big Irish wolfhound just keeps sniffing at the baby, his cold nose touching at her ear or face. He's just making sure she's okay - even if she *is* wailing.

The tears turn to giggles as the dog sniffs her.

Beowulf sniffs a few more times and sits down, then licks the baby's cheek where she was crying.

Van Helsing stands off a bit to the side, watching, making sure the dog doesn't hurt the child.

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