"I might." Fina's concern was sweet as if Taisy hadn't dealt with her fair share of handsy men and women. Most of the time it wasn't entirely unwanted, but from the look on her face it seemed that the hands were more than aggressive. "I can always throw the glare myself, if they get too close." Taisy wasn't about a little persuasion, if it meant keeping the evening focused on fun. "What're are you drinking? The round's on me." She'd grabbed something easy, vodka pineapple, only if it mean that she'd have something sweet for the rest of the night.