After a stunt like that, South doubted that anyone would bother her, that anyone would even remotely try to speak to her. Who in their right mind tries to strike up a conversation with the chick that just landed some asshole on the floor in a heap? But apparently, this woman did...

South took a rather large sip of her drink as the lady stepped up to her table. At first, she was completely and totally ready to snap out something awful to get her to leave if she was going to play Wandering Conscience or what have you... but then that laugh and the question came instead, and it won a smirk out of her instead.

"Not really, no," she answered with a small laugh of her own, "especially when they amount to, 'You oughta pay me back for knocking into me.'" She rolled her eyes. "I wonder who the hell that works on."