Girl shrugs at the look. She works in a bar; she expects most of her customers to be drunken idiots. It made for better tips, really. She lets out a laugh when Wednesday takes out the drunk, clapping when the man hits the ground. She hangs back as the crowd roars, collecting on her bet and waiting for the man's friends to come collect the lump off the floor.

It's only as things calm down that she rounds up on Wednesday. "Not much of a challenge for you, hm?"