Lailani was annoyed but not surprised when the man in charge had not answered her question. However she was a bit taken aback by the mans high pitched voice when shouting for police. “Are we certain that isnt a woman hating woman in mens disguise.. the voice was very femenine was it not?” She grinned laughing softly to herself at her own jab at the man verbally. However Lailani used every fiber in her being to portray the grace, elegance, and virtue of her noble birth when she heard and saw the constables coming. 

Dark brown almond eyes examined the man known as Alastair from where she stood, her head cocked to the side slightly as a faint smile curved on her lips. At least the men sent to do that sheep of a mans dirty buisness were handsome. “Th' jimmy in charge git feart it seems 'n' hae summoned ye brawny althoogh arguably bonnie men tae deal wi' th' kinch o' wifie voicing thair opinion” without missing a beat after whipping out a scottish accent she switched to Scottish Gaelic. “Tha mi nis a' foighneachd deagh luchd-dàimh na h-Alba. Nach 'eil mnathan, agus nigheanan, agus màthraichean agad? Carson a tha thu a’ diùltadh còir bhòtaidh dhaibh? An àicheadh tu còir bhòtaidh do Mhàiri màthair Ìosa?” (Now I ask good kinsmen of Alba. Do you not have wives, daughters, and mothers? Why do you deny them the right to vote? Would you deny Mary mother of Jesus the right to vote?)