She was about to reply when her thought was cut off by one of the men. Taking her drink, she gave Metatron a thankful smirk and took a sip. "Mmmm, if I smite him, that would mean I'd have to put down my drink. Besides, I'm quite surprised to see you down here, Metatron." Still holding onto her drink, she chuckled softly. "Never thought you would be the type to open a place like this. Or have-" She motioned towards the two men, wondering what they were to her brother. While she did hope they weren't his slaves (but rather workers for him), she also knew it was foolish to hope in a harsh, cruel world.