[She's concerned, she has an idea on what to do, but right now...damn. Let's see if she can't try for a smile.]

[She goes behind the bar and starts chopping, blending and pouring, adding strawberries, and then rummaging mysteriously for a bit. She grabs a special set of tongs and breaks out the dry ice. She starts to hum, a faintly mischievous look on her face.]