Daphne breathed out heavily, leaning her back against the bar after she stepped out from behind it. She put the glass of firewhiskey to her lips, rather annoyed with how the nights events were turning off. Honestly, that's not how she'd wanted to that go at all.
She heard someone say her name, and she turned to see Seamus walking over to her. Rolling her eyes inwardly, Daphne still faced him with poise. "I'm sorry you had to see that."
Daphne looked down at the key, letting out a long sigh. "No, I'll stay in help. If Miles isn't going to be mature enough to do his job, someone should. Not that I don't think you could do it on your own, of course." In reality, she just didn't want to go home right away. She was still too angry, and she wanted to delay the bout of screaming that was sure to occur when she got home.