Gale has no clue what the FBSA is

Gale got the drunk up into a seat. She looked around for something. She made sure her eyes never met Starlight's or lingered too long. She eventually found what she wanted, the sink. She washed her hands. She grabbed a pitcher and filled it with water. She then slowly fed it to the woman while rubbing her neck to stimulate her swallowing reflexes. She also used the water to clean the puke off the woman's face.

Handcuffs fell out of the woman's jacket. "Geez what kind of kinky shit is this woman into?" She used the handcuffs to secure the woman to the chair and then positioned her so she was slumped over so if she puked again it would have somewhere to go. "What the hell am I going to do now?" Then she remembered the drunk pissed on her. She began to gag when she realized the piss got in her shoes. She started to raise her hand to hit the drunk. She stopped herself. "Fucking drunks." She kicked off her shoes and took off her socks. She threw them away and washed her hands again. She would have done it with her pants but she rather not leave her bare ass exposed then she found a knife. She cut the skin-tight pants off just above the piss and threw them away. She took the sprayer attachment and hosed her legs and feet off.

She noticed the bartender and the guy who punched her were leaving then. Leaving her alone with the drunk and Starlight. She couldn't just leave the drunk, even though she felt the drunk deserved it and she really wanted to get out of there. She could feel the tension in the room. "So um....what would like to um...drink?" Her voice was shaky. She didn't want to be talking to a Supe terrorist but she didn't seem to be leaving so she rather keep her happy than go berserk.