[It took until nearly the end of the day for Saki's horrible power to wear off, and she's celebrating the only way she knows how.] Three lemon drops.
[Three shots; three successive clinks, as each emptied glass touches the counter. Reaching for a napkin, she notices the somewhat beleaguered other patron. She should say something comforting, right?] If you die here, they'll clean you up, too. [And because why not, reaching into the pocket of her sweatshirt and pulling out her cigarette. Where is her lighter...]