Alastrina looked askance at her, outspoken companion. Were such lengths truly necessary? Still, she stepped up beside her, sword hand still on the hilt. "I believe it would be up to the bar proprietor to kick us out, not you. And if he truly doesn't want our coin for his establishment, then he can tell us himself. If he would still like us as his patrons, I rather think he'd be offended at you for chasing away his customers and taking matters into your own hands. As my companion so, bluntly, put it."