((...I apologize in advance for Adelaide being a jerk. HERE GOES.))
The blonde Midlander had been enjoying a relatively comforting glass of wine - not like she could really feel it, anyway - when she was ever-so-rudely interrupted by a loud groan and soon after a thunk! of a skull against bartop. This sound was common here.
A frown graced her lips as her gaze shifted to the side, eyeing the vividly-haired Miqo'te with obvious distaste. A sip was taken of her wine before she asked with a healthy heap of venom, "Indeed, what in the hells happened to you, you poor little soul?"