Estella felt her toes touch the ground first, followed half a heart beat later by the soles of her feet supported the weight of her body as she returned to the surface. It would take a moment for her eyes to return from full charge to dark brown. But when they did return, there was nothing resembling an emotion. Only a mechanical, near automated, processing of information as the shaggy one spoke to her. 

The tone in her voice followed suit, as she responded after a few prolonged moments of catching her breath. "Alright," Was the only word Estella spoke, before walking out from behind the counter, and walking out of the bar, ensuring the door was shut behind her. At that point the only thing on her mind...was the quickest way to get back to Southern California. Grand Central was likely her best bet, and it was that direction she began to walk until she could find a cab, hands neatly folded into the front pockets of her jeans, a low whistled tune on her lips.