Hmm, she thought she'd given this information to a bartender here before. Musta been the other guy. She took the offered napkin and used it well for her next drink, which resulted in a little swaying. She miiiight want to ease up. Maybe juuuust a little.

"Yup. First class Magdeline Militia, I am!" Thankfully, her guns were with Chrono, so she merely pulled out her hands as though pulling them from a holster, folded together to shape a gun. "Pow, pow, pow! Demons dead, lickity-split."

She blew at the tips of her fingers with her whiskey breath.