It was always a decent bar, but moreso, it was a decent bar for a decent army. An army she had not helped in awhile, mostly because her assistant nearly blew herself, and half the damn Shipyard, up. And...the Ambrosia was trashed. She slumped.
"What the hell!" She shouted. "I come for a celebratory drink for actually waking up from a coma and it's DUSTY? What the hell happened while I was gone?!"