The last explosive was hooked inside the thugs pocket as Shifter reached for her drink, lifting her cup to salute Bishop. The cup stayed in her hands as she kept her eyes on the other man, seemingly interested even as her mind wandered. A lost soul, he'd called her. Lady Fortune had done the same. Orchid too. Was this turning into a thing?
Bishop was trying to legitimize his group and then admitted that he had no plans of stopping criminal activities. This man was full of contradictions and he expected the League to leave them alone? You didn't get the heroes to leave you alone by shooting a stupid chef at a fancy restaurant. No, he knew the League wouldn't allow this.
”Killshade is right. You're doing things... wrong,” Shifter said, pondering. ”You cannot expect us to agree to your terms. If you do, you -” would be a grade-A moron ”- don't know much about the League.”
The cup was tipped forward, but as soon as Shifters lips touched the tea, her small nose wrinkled. No honey. With a light tap the cup was pushed aside as the shapeshifter moved the chair further away from the table with a loud scrape. The explosive at her feet was kicked on the other side of the table as she changed her position, almost looking like she'd stand up before settling back down.
Then she turned towards Killshade.
”I believe we're wasting our time here,” she said to him and subtly tapped at his boot twice with a slender foot, her brows lifting slightly. Under the table she stretched her left hand, trying to get rid of the pins and needles that were slowly fading from her arm.