Strike throws the barkeep two coins and then downs her drink. It's unknown just where the drink goes, but where ever it goes, it does seem to help relax her joints. Also helps shut up that voice in her head. Always whining about this and that. "That'll grease your gears." She says. "Keep em coming, barkeep."
She takes a moment to watch Shale be served a flaming drink. "Whoa! They got drinks on fire here?! The slag I didn't know about this?"
She watches with great amusement as her stoney comrade is knocked out by this mighty brew. But when he reawakens and says they should pay for their drinks, Strike snaps into action. "Like frag we're paying. Barkeep, gimme one of those Dragonfyre! I'll show you how it's done!" She barks, all the while a little voice inside her head tells her they're meant to meeting someone.