Missile smiled at Bruce. "It tastes as good as it ever does, Bruce. Sometimes I wish it had more cinnamon to it but I love it regardless." She blinked though and shook her head, straightening up. "No, no, I'll pay for mine and Pullo's, Bruce, you don't need to do that." She picked up her drink and took a ginger sip, shutting one eye as the fabled Smack You In The Head With a Lemon-Wrapped Brick sensation slammed right into her brain as soon as she'd swallowed. Oh, gods, it was a fantastic flavor but the immediate headache after was outright miserable. Oh well. 

She looked up from her drink when Bruce spoke to her and she nodded, making a bit of a face. "He... He asked about someone named-" Bruce shouting to Davey interrupted her and she clammed up, taking another sip of her drink and setting the glass down as another slam hit the back of her head. "Mmmmfff, no, no, no," she put her head down against the table - 

Only to be distracted by this new stranger standing next to her. No, wait, he'd been sitting with this strange white-haired man at the booth... "He's a little busy getting the proprietor of the establishment. If you want a drink, you can have a sip of this, I've never finished one." She scooted the Gargleblaster to Locien, raising an eyebrow slightly.