The imminent fun betrayed her ever present professional attitude, even if it was just for a second.
"Very well." She coughed, trying to disguise her failure in composure. "A Bloody Mary. But, with low or no alcohol for me.
You can use that communist vodka, it has a low volume."
Titanium then looked at Reynolds. "I think you can order food here as well, Mr. Reynolds.
But.. Forgive my rudeness, what is your purpose coming here and asking for Coquelicot?"