As the others trickled into the room Tylar was content to sit back with her plate, listening more than she spoke and watching more than she was watched. It was a luxury for her, to blend into the background like this, and even after so long in Raven Squad she still treasured it. She wasn't like the others, but that was fine - all of them were unique, most stood out in their own ways, and because of that none of them did. It reminded her of a collage she had seen once in a museum, which she could never quite recall the name of, which consisted mainly of gaudy costume jewelry and plastic gemstones. Each individual item was loud, eye-catching, but all put together it was hard to pick out where one piece ended and another began. Individual flaws were difficult to discern, as were individual styles, all superseded by the effect of the whole.

It was that artwork that had finally helped her understand the meaning of a team, and she had seen it on a school field trip, a thousand miles away from the facility where her brothers had been training as a team without her.

Shaking her head as though she could physically shake off the bad memories, Tylar leaned forward, trying her best to live more in the moment and less in the past. And right now the moment included both cheese and peanut butter, which made it a pretty darn good moment in her book. With a little smile at Skye, a silent thank you for taking the time to share a bit about the song with her, she tucked back in to her supper. The selection of cold nibbles suited her well, as did the white wine, which was gone before she knew it. The offer of whisky perked her ears right up.

"I'll drink to a job well done," She agreed readily, setting her plate aside so she could pour herself a cup. With a flourish she rolled the cup down her arm, giving the bottle a spin before pouring a neat two fingers. Her time as a bartender had been well-spent, and she knew most of the common tricks of the trade. Seeing that Skye still had plenty, she turned instead to the rest of the room, keen to get more cups in more hands. Her eyes rested first on the two ladies on the couch. "Su-Cheong, nice to see you letting loose a little," She commented as she tossed the bottle, this time managing three flips before she caught it, already at the perfect angle for a quick pour. "Remind me, do you take it on the rocks? And Mazi - you like it neat, right?"