Escort? [Elizabeth arches an eyebrow at him as the bartender sets down a glass of ice in front of her with a pointed look. She frowns, but decides she'll add a heavy tip to apologize for the commotion. In the meantime, she unfolds a handkerchief with a fancy "E" embroidered on it, and starts dropping ice cubes into the middle.]

You mean am I here with somebody? No, God no. [She puts the compress on her eye gently. Wow that's cold with just a flimsy handkerchief between her face and the ice.] Why would I bring a friend to a place like this to watch me get... completely ossified and pick a fight with three grown men?