Seating Area - 11:30pm - Rose & Artair
Rose thought about pointing out that being human-shaped would have prevented a sore tail and the need to jump into strange women's laps, but she thought the more true reason might be the costume - and it was one she could thoroughly sympathize with, thinking of her current getup and just barely managing to keep a grimace off her face. "Those who will play with cats must expect to be scratched," she murmured instead. "Or were they not the sort to be scared off by a set of sharp claws?"
"I wasn't intending to stay long, anyway. I really only came to pay respects." She returned his bow with a polite nod, acknowledging and accepting the apology, the drink in question nearly forgotten in one hand in the commotion. "A pleasure, Artair. My name is Rose Vasiliyeva." It didn't flow the way her full name did, but it was easier to pronounce and nearly impossible to misspell, unlike her surname. "I work in the Bandaid station."