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Genevieve was not the least bit amused with that Broker guy. He reminded her of a shady salesman taking advantage of one person or in this case, a group of people, and she didn't appreciate it. Not that everyone there was a saint; in fact, it was quite the opposite, but those superpowers he was selling sure as hell didn't come without a price, and that's not referring to their monetary value. 

She then noticed Whipstitch having trouble with herself after her straightforward but rather short speech. Not being one to sit around and watch a situation unfold, Genevieve quietly excused herself to go up to the bar. She chose to walk to the other end where it was less crowded, flagging down the bartender when she got there. She waited for a moment, leaning forward on the bar top as she eyed the small but impressive selection of alcohol set up against the wall. 

"May I have a water, please?" Genevieve smiled at the man, suddenly remembering she had finished her drink a while back. "Oh, and another Dozier." She turned her body a bit to catch another glimpse of Broker, curiosity getting the best of her as she wondered what exactly was in those vials. But it's not like she cared anyway...she would not be getting anyway near them. The bartender then returned, quicker than she had anticipated. Genevieve proceeded to pay for the drink before making her way back to offer Whipstitch some water.