"Hey, I'm not the one who tried to kill me today." she pointed out with a grin "You agreed to the task, risk was involved, this is the result.  Taggart<em>did</em>give you the mission though, so I guess you could blame him instead.  Now if you don't mind..."<br/><br/>She makes her way over to Taggart and pulls his liquor-soaked form out from under the last man with the radially shattered forearm, and tossed him onto the bar in Trish's direction, the liquor having, miraculously, put out the smoking hair upon his head.  She then scanned the shattered bottles, and found one that had been missed, apparently one she liked judging by the smile on her face.<br/><br/>"Mmm... scotch and a creme liqueur!" she said, grabbing one bottle, then another "Not bad ones either... you want one of these?  I'll share if you start pulling Taggart there out to his car out back: it's the most expensive looking one there for our little barmen-turned-broker here.  Check his pocket for keys, or maybe it's a button on his commlink.  We'll be taking him to the nearest Knight Errant station-house.  We should be able to interrogate him there..."