"Oh, we could do damage in here," Drea said, looking over the bar. There were quite a few things that could be used as improvised weapons if one really wanted to. "But that would lead to broken bottles, and I'd hate to get glass in my wheels. Or waste perfectly good alcohol," she added with a smile as she watched Cassandra getting another drink, her gaze lasting maybe just a little longer than it really should in polite society.