"Freak?" Tock asked, giving a snort. "Bloke, ya done spend too much time listenin' ta wankers! Ain't no freak, no nothin', no 'ow..." She shook her head, frowning at the thought. So what if he was kind of funny looking? Nothing wrong with that. Of course, she didn't find him the least bit attractive. The weird looking eyes and pale skin were quite the turn off. But as long as he wasn't hitting on her, none of that mattered.
"If'n ya dun like 'ow fer 'ey treats, ya, dun put up wit' it!" Tock declared. "If'n ya ain't likes 'em, leave. If'n 'ey tries not ta letcha, kick some arse! Weren't fer nobody what should ever tells ya what for 'bout nothin'!" she pointed a finger at him, looking him dead in the eye. She had lived the first seventeen years of her life in fear, abused by her father, assaulted any time she went out at night. She had lived a life without meaning, being used, having no hope, and letting people walk all over her. Then one day, she had decided, enough was enough! She hadn't taken crap from anyone since then. Ever.
"Ain't no 'Miss,'" she told him. "Jus' 'Tock'. Nice ta meetcha!" She gave him a grin, then glanced up as a dock neared. She gestured the driver towards it and told the driver, "'At one's good..." She had no idea where they were, but it was far enough from the bar not to matter.
The boat clanked against the side of the docks as the driver moved them in place, water sloshing about from the motion. Tock paid the driver his fee, then slowly stood up, wobbling a bit in the bobbing boat before climbing up onto the damp wooden docks. She headed up to the walkway, glancing around, without a clue where she was. She planted her fists on her hips, considering what to do next. She still hadn't gotten the drink she wanted. She turned to the stranger and asked him, "Buy a girl a drink what fer savin' yer arse?" She winked at him and chuckled. Maybe a few drinks would help numb the pain in her sore jaw. She touched the skin again, wincing slightly. A decent sized bruise was forming on the side of her face, across her cheek and down her jawline. She lifted her shirt a bit to look at her ribs, and saw another there. She sighed, deciding that, yes, a drink was definitely in order.
"No brawlin' 'is time, though, aye?"