Graceful Descent

[Kauket]

Her expression remained unchanged, that confidence still radiated from her. Yet the curiosity lingered about him, his personality, what did he find as entertainment? Or was this all a test to gauge each other? So many thoughts swirled within her mind, always calculating, always tiring herself.

"Oh? Very well then. Allow me to retrieve the bottle... If I find the way there. "

Pushing herself up, she straightened her jacket, adjusting her posture as she walked out of the room, exploring off to find the personal quarters in question. Find the bag, get the bottle, go back to him - and do not compromise yourself. That is all she could think of. But yet. Did he have a hidden scanner? Why was he so trusting? Something was wrong, but so unusually entertaining.

Eventually, she would find the room in question, retrieving the bottle. A moment came across her mind, remembering her recent operation from Holliday a few days ago. Was it wise to indulge within the drink? Perhaps not. But she could not allow it to leave her sight, it was her secret medication to the affliction at night. For whatever reason, it provided that soothing ailment, dulling down the threshold of the psychic attack. But for now, she was content that such episode did not spike, it would certainly arouse suspicion.

Returning to the room with the bottle in hand,

"Are you usually a drinker? Suppose so... It's a common theme amongst many in Bretonia. Alcohol. I was never a large fan of such, but I have found my fine interests within Wine. There is something... enlightening about it. But... Tell me something. You've had every opportunity to turn on me, or kill me, yet you did not take it. Why? "

For now, she kept the bottle in hand, until he invited her over to a suitable location.