The Werewolf gawps at the glass. "Wow! I didn't know you could do that! Is it, like... still there?" She swipes her hand where the glass was stood... onlt to be rewarded with the sound of knocked and smashing glass. She winces. "Oooops... fuck. Soooorrryyyyy....." she says apologetically to the Bartender. "Um, good job it was empty?"
She looks back to Crystal. "Huh. Cool," Emily says with a cocked head. "So, I guess like... you're pretty unique huh? How do you, like, practice your talents if there's no-one elese to teach you? It is a bit like weight training - you can just do it with a lot of practice?"