Gojira-san nods at the Bartender as she handed him her coins and began to slowly sip on her drink. As she drank, an oriental woman came next to her and asked the tender for a glass 'of [his] finest milk' in an arrogant way. A quiet growl of annoyance escapes Gojira-san's mouth, disgusted by her personality so far.

[i]She has problems...[/i] Gojira-san thinks to herself aloud, probably enough for the other woman.

Just then, a flurry of pink petals and a slightly sickeningly strong smell of cherries heralded the arrival of the next traveller. The tall woman just snorts as she continues to drink annoyingly.