Kessler froze in place upon hearing Kurumi, his eyes bulging as he frantically started scanning the room for exits, weapons of opportunity, potential ambushers, human shields, tripping hazards, unattended valuables, quick and painless methods of suicide...
Well...I'm definitely going to need to take a fourth pill soon when she's not looking.
Still, he wasn't sure whether to be relieved or offended at hearing he wouldn't be kidnapped or carved up, though her tone kept him guessing - was that a good thing or a bad thing? For now, the hard thinking would have to wait...
Kessler contorts his face into a weak smile and croaks softly as he tucks the pill bottle away, "Oh you know, just the usual meds, keeps me tickin' and all. How's your day been? Can I, uh, get you a drink?" He shakily swivels around in his seat and motions to the bartender with a forced smirk and highly exaggerated wave of his hand - hopefully to project a little confidence - before turning back to face Kurumi, "So...what brings you to these parts? I mean, I'm not assuming you're not from around here - because you might be - and, well...I mean, you seem to be the type of woman who knows what she wants."
