[center][color=fdc68a][h1]Yeva Darbinian[/h1][/color]
[sub][@GrizzTheMauler][/sub][/center][hr]
As always, Yeva enjoyed the theatrical side of bartenders. This one seemed to have some finesse about him that was nice to see once in awhile. She knew very little about how the techniques affected the drink itself, but she recalled someone telling her that is changed the flavor depending on how it was mixed and so on. She lifted the glass to her lips, taking a sip from it as Hayden spoke to her. The drink tasted amazing, the pear liquor really mixing well with the other fruits present. It was dangerously easy to drink in her opinion. While she wasn't particularly interested in ships, she was glad that her advice from some time ago had helped a fellow engineer with his exploits.

Placing her drink back onto the counter, she started writing a response on a new piece of parchment, quickly dipping her quill into her ink pot once or twice. She shifted her shoulder, bringing the Pressure rifle onto her lap as she finished writing,[color=fdc68a]"I'm glad that my advice helped, the key to energy transfer is to make sure you keep the energy concentration constant throughout so that nothing goes awry. I might let you enchant my rifle sometime."[/color] the note said. The message would to continue on after that after a brief gap on the paper, [color=fdc68a]"I hear you were to be wed? Congratulations. I'm sure your lady is very pleased."[/color] If Hayden was to look at Yeva after reading that part, he would see a playful smirk on her face, telling him that she knew what was going on, not that he would know how. Not many things escape the information brokers of the Underground; the Darbinians tend to be favored clients among the brokers as one of the more powerful families within that part of society.

Noticing that he had put his weapons on the floor, Yeva quickly gestured toward them before patting the steam pistol that was holstered to her belt, as if to tell him to keep his weapons on hand instead of resting idly. Her other hand picking up her drink once more. As any Mercenary would be, Yeva was always on her guard, especially in a place like this.