When Star came to a halt and glared the evil eye at her, Fisher's dancing kind of slowed to a gradual halt like a penguin sliding on ice. From the look she got, apparently these Butthole Surfers were important or something and she just earned herself some homework.
"Um...sorry?" Fisher said uncertainly with a confused look on her face. "I guess I never heard much about them in the circles I hung out in."
The dark-haired young woman looked to Star and toward the door that he gestured too. Fisher had been dancing for quite a while so she could use a break. She was also getting kind of hungry now that the Angel had mentioned it.
"I'm game," Fisher said with a grin. "I could use a break, also the food and smokes sound pretty good about now."