Desperate to get her mind off of her undesired neighbor, Elin turned to her left and eyed down her companions. Cylandus, the Cradeene had finally returned from all his slithering around in the crowds to continue his dutiful watch. Markus was stuffing his face more than a human should. Thankfully everyone was paying for themselves otherwise Elin would have more reason to be upset. Finally Reon was also stuffing his face, but that was expected. He was at his favorite place and he did eat a lot, no matter the venue. 

A soft, cheerful voice snapped Elin's attention over to her right. Cheerfulness wasn't common on Tryliin so Elin lightened up a bit and her expression turned from mulling over anger to sort of open weariness Instinctively she turned her head to meet it, forgetting for a moment that the rude blue woman was sitting to her right. When Elin realized who was speaking her face soured and she squinted her eyes in a pissed off glare sort of way. Surprisingly, Elin was polite enough for the woman, Kintya to finish before she slurped up her noodles dangling from her mouth.

"Yeah. Whatever." Elin replied coldly as she turned away, uninterested in the woman's name or her pleasantries. For a moment it seemed like the conversation was going to die right there but Elin turned to face the woman again. "Ya know... I wouldn't be so quick to say that you kicked that guy's ass." Elin paused as she set down her plate and bit her lip as her eyes wandered around the room before meeting Kintya again. "Because the way I saw it. Your brains would have splattered all over that filthy ground." Elin said as her arm shot out from her side and pointed right outside the restaurant. "Thank you doesn't even cut it anymore." She leaned in closer, her serious expression unwavering as her face closed in so close that their noses were almost touching. "I don't like being made a fool in public, damsel, so when I offer my hand, you take it." Elin said under breath. 

After she finished her threat, Elin backed away and her threatening demeanor seemed to change to a more relaxed one. "But you're welcome." She turned away and faced her food again. "The name's Elin, Kintya." With that, Elin returned to stuffing her face with noodles. What had just unfolded may seem like some severe case of a psychological disorder was actually just Elin feeling bad for being a little difficult with people. Not just Kintya but pretty much everybody and she has always felt that way. She wasn't inherently evil like most of the scum hanging around Oasis, she just has anger issues.

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From one thing to the next, a suited giant barged through the back door and made a straight B-line to Elin and Kintya. At first Elin had no idea who this guy was but soon it clicked. It was that nearly nude guy swinging those bags of his around. How could she forget it was positively repulsive. He went on about that masked man, Elin briefly had in her mind. She sighed as he came up with an invite for all of them to meet this masked man. Kintya seemed on board and Elin had to admit, scaring a bounty hunter away was much better than fighting one. She hated death and killing, which is quite surprising all things considered, but she'd never let anyone know that. "Here I thought you were a moron who lacked the proper dress to cover himself up, but you're right. Barring the idea that he has dozen of cronies hanging around the place, we could probably just scare the piss out of him." Elin shook her hands, feigning a surprise gesture and tone. "Surprise! This stuck up bitch is actually for joining you two." Elin said in reference to herself. "But who cares too much about some [i]kill bot[/i] or whatever that was. Between you two, me, and my pawns, we have enough fire power to scare one guy."