Jet stared slightly blankly at the pig, man. What ever you would call this creature. No visible damage done to her appearance. 
" Who was fighting sweetie, was there a strand out of place? " She would blatantly pat her hair down it rising up like snakes after she patted it to wrap around her finger. Before snaking back in place. Her neutral face curled up till she was smirking evilly. 
" It seems this ones has a bit of a temper doesn't he. " She said towards the pig about the other man on the table. She lent against her chair crossing her legs. She turned to the man at her table smirking once again the devilish smirk. 

"I wouldn't mind a drink. Mhmm Whiskey or vodka. Is there a mix available here?"