There's a wince.  Hilt hitting her head, then the bottle, and her glass, and then the bar.<br/><br/>There are few things in the world that raise her ire, but that.  That's one of them.<br/><br/>Gathering herself, straightening out her blouse, and checking her hair, she glances to the bottle, it's poured out contents covering the bar in front of her, the floor, and then a glance to the sword and hilt.  She doesn't speak, not yet.  Turning, she glances at the group, before stalking over.  Not her usual saunter, but stalking.<br/><br/>Stopping at the edge of the table she ignores them picking out several gold pieces, enough to cover what she's payed for, "This is for my troubles and what you lot have cost me." she states.  Taking what she's deemed necessary, she crosses her arms under her breasts, tapping her left ring finger, letting the light glint off of her academy and service ring.  Waiting for any argument from those seated.