Kaz had had enough. No one had died, as far as he could tell, not even the guy who was under the speaker. He'd just gotten badly hurt. But this was too much. Once the crew started taking over, he snuck his way over to the bar. It was a mess, broken glass everywhere behind the bar as he crawled back there. There had to be something here that would make it all better. He opened up a cabinet and found a few bottles and glasses that only had minor damage somehow. Taking a bottle of jack daniels that had only had the top broken off, he checked it for glass, then wiped out a glass and began pouring. Let the crew handle this. He was done.