She looks to you. "Thank you kindly. No need for formalities, Nerva, I personally prefer speaking in english, sans honorifics." She doesn't seem to be a threat. Sure, she has what looks like a ancient 50 caliber pistol on her hip, but the gun has its' safety on.
"I can sense something with you. Is something wrong?" She looks to you with some concern, noticing some kind of negative emotion or vibe from you.
She looks around for a second, only to speak up again. " Where's the bartender.. Herr Ulrich! You there?" She calls out, hoping to get a answer from the owner of the fine establishment.
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