[Rose sighs. She's tried to resolve this as peacefully as she could, but at this point, a fight seems inevitable. The red in Khloe's eyes catches her off-guard; she hesitates, but only momentarily.]

I will stick my nose wherever I please. You're bothering the other patrons here, which means you're bothering me. You need to go.

[She reaches for her staff instinctively. Hopefully it's enough.]

One of us will get hurt, and it won't be me.