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One handed she would take another drink of the vodka. Turning to face the bartender. He other hand forming her claws which raises to protect her head from the dagger. The claws morphing together to form a barricade. The dagger than impales itself in the substance. the pointy end slowly being covered by the dark substance. 
" Thank you Aubrey. I noticed you're against fighting. As why I took my business outside earlier."
She would state to the pig. the dagger falling from her claw, clattering against the ground. as it dissipates.