The woman watches him right back, the tension in the room ratcheting up the longer the staredown goes on. Finally, just when it seems like the room can’t stand any more of the suspense, she waves a hand—and just like that, the other patrons shift back into some semblance of normal. The conversations are still lower than before, and the sense of trouble isn’t totally gone. But at least it seems like there won’t be an all-out brawl just now.
She starts walking straight towards Hanzo, while behind her a hulking stone behemoth ducks as it passes through the doorway. It stops, at one point, to veer off a bit to the side and straighten one of the decorative items littering the walls. But it doesn’t stray far from the woman, its green glowing eyes staring either at her, or at Hanzo, or at the two of them together. Hard to tell exactly without pupils.
She settles herself into the seat beside Hanzo, seemingly either not knowing or caring what he is. A glass of whiskey over ice is set down for her without her having to order, and she spares the bartender a nod before fixing those burgundy eyes right back on the newcomer.
“You want to tell me how you got into my bar, stranger?”
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She starts walking straight towards Hanzo, while behind her a hulking stone behemoth ducks as it passes through the doorway. It stops, at one point, to veer off a bit to the side and straighten one of the decorative items littering the walls. But it doesn’t stray far from the woman, its green glowing eyes staring either at her, or at Hanzo, or at the two of them together. Hard to tell exactly without pupils.
She settles herself into the seat beside Hanzo, seemingly either not knowing or caring what he is. A glass of whiskey over ice is set down for her without her having to order, and she spares the bartender a nod before fixing those burgundy eyes right back on the newcomer.
“You want to tell me how you got into my bar, stranger?”