[ It might be that the candy has her overestimating her abilities, or it could just be the fact that life on a boat with four stupid men has left her feeling more than capable of contending with rowdiness. Either way, she flashes Roche a coy smile, nodding at the booth he picks for them, though the painting in question does earn a dubious eyebrow raise. ]

Looks like a weird...noodle lizard or something.

[ Shrugging the description off she moves towards the bar. ] Meet you over there.

[ Because maybe she needs a little breather. Maybe something in her system is making her heart beat a little harder than it should after doing nothing more than touching a cute guy's arm, but whatever the reason, she takes the minute or so it takes to walk away from the bar with a pair of bottles to try and get her mind right.

Based on how she slides into that booth and settles comfortably against Roche's side, her efforts are a waste of time. ]

You know... [ She cracks the seal on the bottle in front of her, pouring herself a few fingers of whiskey into one of the tumblers she'd brought with her. ] I think that candy's starting to get to me. [ In her time here, she's come to appreciate it when people are direct about what this place is doing to them, and while the drinks at the mingle were weak, they help embolden her now to do the same and lay at least some of her cards on the table. ]

You wanna see how private this booth is? [ She'll roll her eyes at herself later. ]