Deen managed a small laugh, and she touched her hand to her nose, as the blood finally stopped flowing. She felt a bit more comfortable, for some reason, even though she had just been beaten up. She smirked, looking to Jay and Daddy Yankee. "Hmm; I'm just surprised no one cracked any type of alcohol joke, seeing as I'm Irish." She laughed to herself, rubbing away the dried blood that caked around her nose and mouth. "Yeah...but you don't know what it's like to be a girl. Especially if someone lands a punch on your chest."




