That cackling and ale coming out of Sera's nose only serves to set Korrin off again, and she can't help her own burst of laughter, utterly unrepentant. She got her drink, her companion of the moment got some entertainment, everyone's happy. Well, except said prick but who cares about him? No one in this corner, that's who.

"Fucking moron. It was worth coming in just for that. I'd heard him shooting his mouth off before, but even though looming over him to make him shut up is fun at first, it gets old. This brawl gave me the perfect excuse to do what I'd wanted to do anyway. Cheers." She takes an appreciative swig of her well-earned drink.