Kenna was still of the opinion it was easier not to engage in behavior like the young men were exhibiting. It was often more trouble than it was worth and she was relieved to see that the man who had addressed her agreed, even if he didn't approve.

At least, until she felt something hit her shoulder.

It didn't hurt, but it was a surprise, and the expression on her features clearly showed her annoyance, even if she schooled her outrage quickly. "I'm alright, thank you." Kens was too timid to do anything about it, though perhaps, she could speak to the barkeep and get them thrown out if they got any worse. She grabbed a rag from her little cart of cleaning supplies and tried to get whatever remnants of potato was still on her shoulder, but she couldn't see and she couldn't really reach. At least getting what fell to the floor would be easier. She mumbled something unkind in Gaelic under her breath, but sighed outwardly and got to cleaning it up.