[ The Knave is also here for a non-alcoholic drink, though it's starting to look like it might not be worth the trouble. Still, this diffusion zone has turned out to be more of a social function than anything, so she has more than enough time to wait. She continues to watch the man ahead of her verbally tangle with the robotic barkeeper... up until the conversation suddenly turns her way. She looks without expression at the man addressing her before her crossed gaze slides over to the bartender.
She could easily lie or refuse to answer, but frankly, she welcomes any occasion to speak ill of her "Mother." Bluntly, ]
A considerable amount of wealth and real estate.
[ Some might interpret that as a boast. They're welcome to. Her gaze on the bartender quietly intensifies. ]
icebreaker... mfw there are specifically no spiders here
She could easily lie or refuse to answer, but frankly, she welcomes any occasion to speak ill of her "Mother." Bluntly, ]
A considerable amount of wealth and real estate.
[ Some might interpret that as a boast. They're welcome to. Her gaze on the bartender quietly intensifies. ]
The drink, Thomas.