CAPTCHA raised her glass and took a deep drink. She let out a content sigh and giggled-- interrupting herself as Frost continued and spoke.

"Ah, drek, refill me then. I'll cheers to not getting shot. Kanpai!"

She held her glass out to be topped off from the bottle, then let out a cheer as she leaned back on the poker table and threw her head back in a display of professional alcoholism and downed the glass in a swift, mess-less, gulp. Her cheeks grew warm from the back-to-back shots of liquor, but her eyes did not lose their cunning edge nor did her coy smile diminish.

"Bah!" CAPTCHA chimed to Tenno's initial lamentation. "Flux state-- coming back-- It's not about the once-was, but the will-be. Chin up, omae." She dazzled a smile as the atmosphere seemed to grow more comfortable, and her posture shifted into a demure lounging on the table. She looked down and placed a finger on a playing card, flicking it with her middle finger to spin it in place. The Johnson had risen, it was time for [b]biz[/b]. And yet, her attention wasn't on the Johnson. Not solely. Her meatspace eyes may be lingering in the J's direction, but Whetstone's augmented view was blessed by the corpse-bride Living Persona manifesting itself overtop CAPTCHA's physical space, a spectral being of digitized presence that superimposed itself atop her. As her meatspace gaze and ears heeded the briefing, her Resonant senses had faded from the visual Trid feeds and focused on Whetstone for these few passing moments.

As Tenno began to speak, CAPTCHA sent a message into Whetstone's display;

[b]Hoi chummer, this going to be a friendly matrix relationship or are we [i]both[/i] showoffs?[/b]

Her digitized distraction and seeming curiosity with a smudge on the bottom of her glass means that Tenno's initial subtle spellcasting washes over her without notice. She sits up more fully as the atmosphere becomes more serious, a look passing over her face that obviously lamented moving away from the comforts of alcohol and jokes and flirting with the troll. Her eyes slid to Tenno and her smile became less coy; instead a relaxed, easy-going, stress-free calmness claimed her lips as she let him ramble onwards.

"Omae, you're a chatty one for a youngling. Most kids these days go for the dark and the brooding and the mystery, but you're refreshing [Truth]. I may remind you of a little brother, but I promise you that it's seriously likely that I'm older than your mother [Truth]. Relax, I can take care of myself [Truth]- but I doubt I'll even need to. Look at this absolute beast of a woman over here!"

CAPTCHA swings an arm out to Frost, gesturing broadly to her...entire existence.

"Nothing can go wrong with muscle like this on the team [Lie]. I haven't seen a crew as confidence-instilling as this in some time [Lie]." Her lips twisted into an amused grin as she spoke. "Besides, we all know the rules..."

She wriggles her eyebrows provocatively as she surveys the team.

"Watch your back, shoot straight, conserve ammo, and never, ever, cut a deal with a dragon. Let's keep this simple, Tenno; I've enough eyes for all of us, myself included [Truth]. You're a peach, though."