"It sure fucking is," comes out a little bit more manic than is typical from Daisy. It really has been that kind of month and she's on her last, shredded nerve. This is one of the very rare times she almost wishes she could get at least a little drunk.

With a heaving sigh, she shakes her head like she's shaking something off and gestures vaguely towards the bar. "Go get 'em."