"Must you bare your teeth at me always?" But Xian didn't look bothered by the snap. It would take a rather sharp knife indeed to cut her. She had spent more than half of her life having insults thrown at her. At least Elektra had the spirit to back her words up. When she wasn't using it against the coffee machine.
But her efforts were not in vain. When she took her first sip, it wasn't long before she took another. "That is much better. You are a quick learner. That is a very good trait in a warrior. Or a ...how did you say? Barista? I think you would have done well."
Though she was curious of 'this purpose' that Elektra spoke of, Xian knew better than to ask her to elaborate. She knew about prophecies and the power they held in society. There was a wide divide between those that did not believe them and those that did. For herself? She didn't want to believe that everything was pre-destined for her. That only she could carve out her path. But there were too many strange and curious things that she had seen for her to think that maybe, for some, some prophecies were true.
"Would you like to taste your success yourself?" Xian held the cup back out to her.