Freyja did not take lightly to no longer being the center of attention, even if it was her own fault for holding her silence as the others spoke. She didn't even get a chance to say hello to dear Hedy before another one walked up and stole him.
This would never do. Freyja was not a wall flower. She'd find someone else willing to notice her. But first...
"In my experience, there is little difference between a saloon girl and a can can dancer. Were you never to the Moulin Rouge in its glory days?" While the Diamond Dogs were not strictly can can girls, the comment had merit. And a little dig sometimes went a long way.
Without another word, Freyja took her drink and disappeared into the crowd.