Kali laughed, accepting Faith's words. "Forgive me, then. A... a lot of Slayer's I've come across want to kill before talking to me. Sorry." She blushed a little -- there was her awkwardness and paranoia coming out. She took another swig of alcohol, finishing up the screwdriver.
At Faith's challenge, though, she rolled her eyes. "You'd have to import it or go to a festival. It's palm wine, thank you, and I haven't had it since coming to this country." Kali waved her hand and blushed a little more at the mention of he. "That's none of your business, but if you have to know, he would be the romancy one in this relationship and I haven't talked to him in a good while and I intend to keep it that way."
Christ, as most would say.
A stream of Hindi left Kali's mouth, most of which roughly was gofuckingdammit are you kidding me why god why?. Her eyes flashed a brief gold again before she massaged her temples. "And they're all congregating here? Ugh, maybe I do need to contact my husband again."