[ Sharon doesn't pay the commotion much mind at first. It's just noise. She's a little drunk, a lot exhausted and was on her way out when Sansa's voice finally cuts through the crowd. She can hear the emotional waver in her voice and, instantly, she's pushing through the growing crowd, shoving people out of her way to reach the younger teen.

When she reaches her, Sharon moves to her side, a single step in front of her, ready to throw hands. ]

You got a problem with her winning, you get to take it up with me first. [ Her voice is like hot steel but her expression is like ice. She stares down at the man who called out to Sansa. ] I fucking hate piss poor losers and I'm kind of hungry for a fight.