The bus having a bar seemed odd to Natasha, but then again she wasn't the biggest drinker. Although being stuck on a traveling bus might provide all the impetus she might need to start drinking more often. As it was, certain things about being in Necrohelm had triggered the need for a taste of something familiar, and there really was nothing that evoked feelings of home like the cold burn of a nice vodka after a long day.
Making her way into the bar to see if she could find some good quality vodka to take back to her room, she noticed the sole occupant pouring himself a drink. Debating whether or not she should say something, she located a bottle with a label she recognized, grabbing a glass as well, before wandering over to where Loki was sitting. "Is this stool taken?"