Lieutenant? Color Alex unsurprised. The other woman's bearing shouts military in every inch -- the kind of military that means front lines and pisshole bars, no tidy paper-pushing there -- and when you reach a certain rank, the brass gets extra-fussy about things like bar brawls. Lieutenants have a better shot at getting away with it, in Alex's experience.

So she just snorts again into her glass, and leaves that one to the (other) red-haired woman to answer.