Tara blinks at Mar. "Why would she be disturbed by your presence? I really wish you'd explain yourself clearly." She picks up Myitt's Dracon and puts it back in her jacket, shifting her injured arm and biting her lip.
She looks over at Shal for a long moment. "Oh. Uh, sure, hang on." She asks the bartender for another glass of water, which he supplies almost grudgingly, and she slides off the chair with the glass in her left hand. "I'll be right back, Mar." Tara pauses, looking back at Myitt swimming around in the tupperware container. Sitting next to the strange creature who just said they wouldn't remember him and if they did, they'd be disturbed by it. She hesitates, taking a step toward Shal, but unable to carry both the water and the tupperware in her single useful hand. She takes a quick step back toward the bar, then stops again. In the end she walks quickly over to Shal, handing her the water and leaning down, keeping the bar counter in her line of sight. "What is it?" she hisses, sounding very like Myitt when she's annoyed, or at least anxious.