Lottie snaps at the feet of the poor soul who's currently attempting to surface from her tank. Frankly, she's being nice. The idiot is clearly inexperienced in handling merfolk, much less Lottie, the sanctuary's most difficult patient. She could've killed him, but out of the kindness of her heart, she chose not to. Not that it matters; she'll get an earful for nipping him anyway. Lottie swims agitated laps around her tank after her latest victim disappears from view. Her tail is hurting much less, but she's still moving slower than she should be. This only serves to agitate her further.

Lottie begins having what the staff refer to as "one of her tantrums." A severe understatement for the utter chaos that ensues. Lottie thrashes around in the tank. She swims fast laps, ignoring the strain on her tail. She rams her shoulder into the glass, brings her tail down on the coral of the tank, and rips up the various decorative plants. She aims to cause as much damage as possible to her surroundings.

This continues for a solid 30 minutes. Clouds of sand obscure the view, but the noises coming from inside the tank remain clear. Various grunts, growls, and borderline roars of frustration and anger. When the sand finally settles, it reveals Lottie, chest heaving, back to the glass, hands curled into fists. The coral is destroyed, ripped-up plants are strewn across the tank floor, and a few layers of the tank's protective glass are severely cracked. When Lottie hears footsteps approaching the tank, she whirls around intending to scare the piss out of anyone who's decided they want to see the spectacle.

She rushes forward towards the glass, planning on giving it another good ram. However, she quickly redirects herself upwards to avoid it. Standing there is her caretaker. Lottie slowly drifts down until she's eye level with them. A crack in the glass runs across her face. With her caretaker there, witnessing the results of her little outburst, Lottie deflates ever so slightly. An embarrassed grimace makes its way onto her face. She quickly shakes her head and puffs her chest back out. Lottie gestures to the damage she's caused as if it's a testament to her recovering health and strength. When her caretaker disappears from view, she swims up, already knowing where to meet them.

Lottie breaches the surface of the water in a large, open room. The room allows staff to interact with her physically when need be, which isn't very often considering her reputation. She rests her elbows on the edge of the pool, watching the door at the other end of the room. When it opens and her caretaker walks in, Lottie grins, flashing a mouthful of sharp teeth. "Told you, I'm fine." She's not fine. Her tail hurts like a bitch after all of that. But her caretaker doesn't need to know that. Even if it is literally their job to know that.