Lorenzo
Lorenzo understood what it was like to want to do things on your own, which was exactly why he couldn't let her. Honestly, he didn't care if she got angry at him for this, but this wasn't about her in the slightest. He considered her a friend, and her friends where his friends too. With inhuman speed, he slipped behind the two and wrapped his arms around their necks, his posture and words as relaxed as ever.
"Hey, hey, hey. Buddy, look, I know we're all worked up because of this, but let's take a deep breath and relax. What's been done has been done, no point in fighting over spilled milk."
Gods must be great, he heard they had plenty of mercy and good grace. It was too bad he wasn't one. Flames flickered around the two silently, and for a second it was important to remember that Lorenzo was what many would consider an undead monster.
"Well, that doesn't mean you shouldn't clean up a mess, or that you should drop every bottle on the floor. So how about we make sure something like this doesn't happen again?" He turned to ask the silver haired girl with the same pleasant chipper.