That table doesn't seem to have quite enough room underneath it for Korrin to join in, but she hears the giggles from underneath when trying to maneuver around the fray. Fortunately, no one seems to want to piss off a horned woman who's at least a foot taller than them on average. So the punches and flying chairs have other targets and the Vashoth woman makes it to the table intact.

Sliding casually into an abandoned chair as though there wasn't a bar fight happening all around her, she directs her voice downward while only slightly lowering the volume. Why be subtle about it when no one's going to pay attention to them anyway? "Since that beanpole of a bartender is hiding, think you can spare one of those drinks? I'd be in your debt."