Zola laughs at Arvel's backpedaling as she makes her way to the front bar's jukebox.  She pops in a ten and begins to have far too much fun picking out the evening's soundtrack.  "Hey, any of yous wanna pick a few tunes?  Either that, or I subject ya to my flavor of entertainment all night..."  She giggles, slightly manically, as she flips through the pages of music.  She bites her lower lip, letting one of her fangs show just a little.