A rather uncomfortable Angie walked into Kalashnikov's. Her right eye was still rather swollen; the black ugly bruise her reminder of the price she paid to gain entrance. Her dislocated shoulder had been relocated rather nicely after her papers were made official. People looked at her curiously, to which she returned their gazes. After being a ruthless predator, you never lost the animal's instinct.
She nodded at the bartender who happily placed a bottle of vodka and a shot glass in front of her. Instead, she just took the whole bottle, walking to an unoccupied table and slinking down in the chair. She didn't even look about the room as she uncorked the bottle, taking a deep chug.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"