Lily
A smoke bomb really? The spirit remained seated in disbelief from the cartoonist way in which the bartender conducted his escape. The smoke was dense, but not so dense she couldn't see her her immediate surrounding in it.
So after the bartender had vacated the premise, she walked around the broken remains of the counter and started mixing drinks for herself, all while singing jolly songs about pirate and the rough life on the sea. She didn't really know any songs about, the lyrics were all made up and completely terrible, but don't tell her that if you fancy keeping your head attacked to your body.
And now she got her hands a free supply of alcohol, this was truly a good day. If she get extra lucky she might even be able to sell it to the costumers that were sure to come once the smoke had cleared out, the profit margins are gonna be enormous!