Petra stood back and put her hands forcefully on her hips. "You really want to try that? In a crowded bar? Those people that aren't smart enough to figure out it was you, will probably assume it, and I don't think Syrgei will be all that obliging afterward, either." She slid the mug across the counter towards Tsaerri again, the drink inside threatening to spill over the lip and onto the bar. "Now if you really need to talk to him, put your shiny guns away and wait nicely while I let him know."