Erin's quiet for a long moment. The lass is leaving, and no fucking wonder when she -

When Erin -

There's a long sigh. "...I didn't say you had to go. I said everyone gets one warning. I. Am usually better at saying 'bout my personal space up front."

She pulls the knife out of the table (the glasses rattle) and sheaths it.

(Hey Peters far be it from me but she drew steel -)

Yep, far be it from you. We don't get to judge.

"If anyone's leaving I should leave, you were here drinking first. But I'm not opposed to the company if you keep your hands to yourself."