Elena pauses to consider, trying to think of something that will take the edge off effectively now that she has her new self to think about. She runs a hand along the bartop before her eyes light up with the idea.

"Shots?" she suggests, and orders a couple for each of them, something to toss back quickly in advance of dancing. The first one she barely feels but the second she definitely can - even if it doesn't go to her head as easily as it once would have, it still leaves her a little tingly, enough that she's willing to leave the empty glasses behind and make her way into the people dancing as she starts to move to the music.