Drea leaned back again. "Sorry, sorry... I guess I overreacted or... something." Unsure what to say next, she just finished the rest of her beer. "I just... bein' a cop, it wasn't always the most popular thing where I was before. Least I know how to protect myself. Legs are shit, but arms are buff as hell." She flexed her biceps a little, still holding the glass in her hand. A small trickle of what was left behind trickled over her shoulder as she did.