Caroline watched them out of the corner of her eye for a moment and then looked away. She wanted to offer her medical expertise but she didn't want to be rude by letting them know she'd been listening. She sat there until the man came to her, and she offered him as nice of a smile as she could. "Whiskey, please, if you have it?" her voice was soft and kind, gazing upon him as if there was absolutely nothing wrong with him, as if the patch over his eye wasn't even there.<br/><br/>She glanced over her shoulder at the woman again, then at the man, "If she needs help, let her know that I can help her..." She said softly, turning her gaze to the counter in front of her, hoping he wouldn't get mad that she'd been listening.<br/><br/>A loud yell came from behind her and she jumped a bit and turned around, seeing two of the bikers starting to argue over the game they were playing.