"Oh, thank you." she smiled, daubing her hand with the handkerchief to remove the few specks of blood that spotted it. She did pause for a moment beforehand, noticing the fabric was a fine silk. It seemed like such a shame to dirty so lovely a thing with red, but one look at her finely dressed friend shot the worry down. He could afford a good cleaning if he wanted.

As they continued their trek, she fell in step with Kuja even as her eyes wandered the area. Idly she wondered they must look like quite the pair. A woman who, while not weathered or battle-hardened in appearance, was clearly a fighter and dressed to kill, and a lovely man who himself attracted the eyes of women and men. It was really quite delightful.

A smirk lit across her lips as she caught sight of the bar up ahead. It definitely looked like a fun time if one went by looks alone.

"But of course. Who could refuse the promise of good drink and possibly good company?"