Drea picked up the glass and lifted it towards Cassandra. "Mazel tov." After a suitably calming gulp, she clarified. "Well... I guess I did kill a few people. But they were usually bad guys anyways 'n were shooting at me. They deserved it at least." Her Texas accent was in full force by now, any semblance of neutrality gone. "They got me, too. In the arm once. Wanna see the scar?" She made to push up her sleeve, to show off her battle scars. Better than her other ones at least. This was one she could be proud of.