Willow stops tuning the meaningless rambling of these lessers out in time to hear "took out part of the Port with it?" Her retort is immediate. "I find your lack of faith disturbing. Nonetheless, I didn't do it," Willow gestures at the villainess currently opening the cooler for... something, "She did. And I don't care one way or the other. I have no reason to even hold an opinion on the Freeport or anyone on it beyond that it exists." And with that, a printed magazine of a definitely pornographic nature materializes in her hand. "If that's all you have to say to me, I have no more breath to waste on you."
Teresa's having the time of her life. A show of force clearly compensating for something? Check. Gross lack of maturity from the other side of the table? Check. This having been caught on video? Check. "Now then, I am going to reach into the cooler and produce plum wine and a few folding chairs. I was going to share the alcohol, but you guys were dicks." The people nearest to her are hit with her full... bouquet of combustion and sulfur all the while. Said folding chairs are handed off and deployed in full view of the people there, and the first bottle of 720 AGS Il-de-France Merlot in the Omicron Delta system is opened in front of everyone.
Elroy just shakes the hand of the guy. Like, come on, what's the worst that could happen? Then, yeah, he just keeps his hands visible and takes the folding chair the Dark Lord handed him. "So, this is how you greet every group of businesspeople?" Shawty gestures to, well all this.
