"Yes," she says, as if he's the one not picking up on the obvious as she's oh so patiently guiding him through it. "Like I said. You're angry." She gives him a smile, the sort of which she's had men hanging on before, and finishes her drink, letting the conversational break as she gestures to a waiter and has another brought over serve as a breath before carrying on her story.

"It's amazing how badly criminals take that sort of thing," she sighs blithely, once they're left alone. "No thanks to Ms Brown's heroics, we weren't immediately taken out back and shot. There was all the traditional pushing and shoving, everyone was beginning to get very skittish- considering I was there with Ollav's blessing, pulling a knife on me was basically pulling a knife on him, just a bit more cowardly considering he's not far from seven foot and once ruined a pair of my handcuffs struggling." She smiles over her cocktail, taking a sip- pausing, probably, to let that image sink in. "We were thrown into the back of a carriage, which is where your falling off the wagon deduction comes in- though I have to protest that we jumped, actually."