"Okay," she shrugged, "I guess it's fine. I'll stop obsessing about it. If you said it's fine, it's fine..." Then Ninkasi looked at Kratos. Really looked at Kratos. He had an odd look on his face, whether he realized it or not.
Her hands went on her hips and she tipped her head curiously. "But... you are obviously not. What is going on with you?" She really did not want any sort of detailed explanation now, but he really looked... uncomfortable.
A sound drew her gaze, even over the music and the laughter and the clanging of glasses. With exasperation her shoulders lifted and then dropped, letting her hands fall from her hips to her sides, as she saw Thor being.. well... Thor. And it looked like Zeus was being... well... Zeus. "Balls..." She was going to intervene. This was not happening in her bar, dammit.
Those two pig-headed louts could take it out into the alley and away from her place of business. "This is why we can't have nice things," she muttered and abandoned Kratos to try to stop whatever might happen if left to its own devices.