Missile had to fight a grin as he seemed to ignore the glass moving - did he not notice or was he not - mff, no, how did he move that quick? She scowled a little, leaning back on her stool. "Well, that's rude." She frowned at him, shaking her head and turning back to rest her arms on the counter as she waited for the sharkman to return. "Well, [i]Hantā[/i], if you want to pretend to be mysterious, feel free, but I'd rather talk to people want to enjoy themselves in a place so full of interesting places to see."

The glass once again lifted up into the air, turning a bit in the unseen fingers holding it up, before it rested itself over in the dirty glasses bin on the other side of the counter for the bar. "I do hope Bruce isn't having too much of a hard time with the Boar being as drunk as he is," she muttered under her breath. Admittedly, she was rather worried about the owner of the tavern - she'd never seen him anything but stone sober. Well, maybe not entirely - he probably drank at least somewhat on the job, it [i]was[/i] a bar after all, but the last time she'd seen someone drunk to tears, it had been a woman in a bar on Earth - a lovely creature broken-hearted by loss. Nikita befriended the dear and had made sure she'd arrived home safely - but not long after that, they'd fallen through the portal in Dr. Stein's office and now here they were.

Missile whistled a bit, shaking her head and looking over her shoulder at the rest of the bar. "Glad to see people are coming back in after that show earlier."