[He doesn't have to appreciate her assistance her not. Azusa's calmness remains intact as she helps herself to a seat next to this monster of a man, quickly waving down a bartender for some whiskey.]

I don't think you didn't, but having a man like that around would sour our drinks, wouldn't it?

[She hums a little to herself, completely intolerant to the mood that drunkard was threatening to bring down upon the establishment.]

Would you like anything? Ah, or maybe you can't drink on the job...?