Drea watched the glass as it was taken away from her and held in the desire to yell "Gimme that!". She'd have another soon. Even if she had to crawl back there and get it herself. Maybe she'd just live under the bar. Would they carry her back to her room if she refused to leave? Her thoughts were getting the best of her, and she only half heard what Cassandra was saying. "Yeah, you're classy all right. Definitely not what I ever expected I'd find here." She smiled at Cassandra, again giving her the once-over.