Whisper gazed upon the coin. That was... unspeakable wealth. Even for them, someone who came from rather well-off house, it wasn't money that would be lightly thrown around. Especially not to be given away to someone who brought harm.
But the coin had vastly different effect. Whisper tend to forget that beasts would try to turn back entire rivers for much less. The Vixen tried to answer, but before managing even a word, entire locum fell into disarray. Overwhelming amount of the patrons inside threw themselves at the bullies, or one another. All arguing, tugging, and more or less violently trying to either find or force someone to give up the nails. With each passing second, it was getting closer and closer to a proper bar fight. Something that displeased the Vixen to the point where she was almost fuming.
"Now. I definitely want you to stay." She spoke through clenched teeth before moving into the crowd. "STOP FIGHTIN'! I AIN'T GONNA REPEAT MESELF!" She only yelled once. Seeing as it did exactly nothing. She moved firmly to the most violent troublemakers. Surprisingly easy, considering her posture, managing to to down them with nothing but powerful, measured kicks. Whisper just turned around. Too scared to see actual violence happening.
The vixen took down four patrons before the rest, rightly so, decided to stop their greed-powered scrambling. "NOW, YOU." She turned to the bullies who bunched up together. "I WANT MY DARN NAILS AND SCENE BACK. THEN I'LL NEVER BE SEEING YE BACK." The vixen wasn't nice anymore. Seemingly given up on trying to be just. Now only seeking to resolve this matter.
And while the bullies themselves, intimidated aplenty, scrambled to define which one of them is causing problems, Whisper was busy trying to not break into tears again. Failing at that task miserably. It was all their fault. If they never came to this place, nothing like that would happen. Worst thing was that Whisper ended up here by accident. So their presence alone caused this whole scene. That made them break apart.