Trish grabs a glass from a nearby table and chucks it after the man, putting every ounce of strength she has behind it even though she knows it's unlikely to hit anything other than the wall.<br/><br/>"THAT'S RIGHT, RUN YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!"<br/><br/>The adrenaline practically<em>oozes</em>through her voice, and she looks around the room with a mixture of anger and euphoria.<br/><br/>"Gods damn it all, this is<em>not</em>how I was expecting to spend my day..." She moves over and looks behind the bar, down at the unconscious form of Taggart. "AND YOU'RE A PRICK FOR PUTTING ME IN THIS SPOT IN THE FIRST PLACE!"<br/><br/>Yelling at an unconscious man... not her finest hour, perhaps, but at this point she's got too much energy to hold anything in. Hell, she can't even sit! She just paces back and forth, looking anxiously between the unconscious forms and the Mage woman.<br/><br/>"You really are a bundle of trouble, you know that?!"