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"Vhell zhen. Zhat is not somezhing zhat you see all zhe time." Nonetheless, she remained unphased, taking a sip of her drink and wiping away the head of foam with her tongue. It was a pretty shit beer, but it was cold, so she could live with it. She hadn't expected a good German [i]weissbier[/i] here anyway, so the flavour was appreciated. Apparently the man exploding into blood and the other one shattering a window were a bit impatient, despite both of them being late. If you paid attention to the grumblings of the agent that was. Eyeing the one that had blurred over the table, she just barely inclined her head in recognition, even as he held a pint of vodka. 

"Hopefully it vhas zhe kind of business zhat one can celebrate aftervards." She paused, before her head perked up as she heard someone order... An apple juice. "Zheems razer tame, if I might zhay so?" Not that the flavour wasn't bad, she had enjoyed good apple juices before, but perhaps something harder was in order.

[[color=440e62]"He's smarter than you. He knows to keep himself thinking clearly an- AAGH!"[/color]] She let out a cordial smile as the demon recoiled from her mind again, before walking to the black man. Biting her lip at the idea of having to be tutored by... Well... Him, she had to instead take another drink to repress her instincts. No good burning bridges that were only scaffolding now.