Zia walked in on a fight.  She barely spared a glance at it, shifting her twin revolvers in her hands and sliding one of them into her belt, grabbing an abandoned glass of vodka and throwing it down her throat before walking into the fight. She fired a few random rounds around the room, not looking to see if she hit her target or not.  She was sure she would hit them dead on the target.  [@Varicke] Zia came across someone eating something...the rancid smell overpowering her senses.
"What's up with you?" She asks, picking up another glass of alcohol sitting on a table and downing it, slamming it back down.