Menachem weakly patted her hand. He worried about her when she wasn't looking at him, but couldn't guarantee she wasn't just drunk again. "You feeling alright, ah.. misses?"

He laughed though it made his chest hurt. "No. A bunch of old men don't scare me. And I don't care, just gotta get him, right? If..he tries to get back at me. I'll hit him harder. He won't be..able to get his buddies together after that." He doubted some guy would keep trying since he didn't even know why they would bully this woman to such a degree.