Every hair on her body stood on end at that. She recalled Micah's chiding about how careless she was, revealing what she was capable of. Suddenly, she wondered if disregarding him entirely was a smart choice. She clutched her beer, looking over at him with a mixture of irritation and fear. "You do that and I'll use those stakes to turn you into an amusing Scarecrow lawn ornament for the building," she hissed, her voice packed with venom.
She glared at the bar for a short bit after that, throwing her head back and downing the rest of her beer. As she wiped a hand across her lips, she pushed the empty bottle away, looking over at the bartender. "Hey!" she said shortly, pointing at the bottle. "Nother Bud, please." He nodded, popping the top off a fresh bottle and sliding it her way.