Ella watched the antics with a warm smile. She liked this woman already, and this interaction had only served to reinforce that opinion. It also made her relax slightly, let down the carefully placed walls of proper speech and refined behavior.
She breezed past James, grabbed one of her limes with a sneaky flick of her wrist, and she sucked it between her lips before grinning. "I'm quite comfortable here, if you are, that is," she said, walking towards a booth far from the stage, slipping her coat off gracefully as she walked.
This bar, it felt more home than all of Bellum Letale did; she was glad she'd come.