The fox looked unimpressed by the slight outburst, he just turned his head and watched before following the man over to the Bar, he stepped back towards the Dr and Douwe
Erika looked at the 'tip' slid it back over to him, then lent on the bar, giving him a evil eye her tone was frosty, cold enough to encase a mans heart in ice, her voice, quiet yet deafening. He words were quite simple, and very very blunt
"I think you should get out of my bar"