"If you had to ask, I'd be minded to ask you what you've been drinkin'," Jazz said, leaning against Indie as though they happened to meet at random music festivals across the country all the time. "Of course I'd come out this way to see what they're doin' with this here event. Nice little kick of power, and much easier to soak up all for myself when I ain't in the divine capital of the whole country." Of course she would never begrudge her family their own belief, but with so many other divinities crowded into New York sometimes it felt a little more than claustrophobic. Portland was nice and... open. Spacious compared to New York.
She patted Indie's arm with her free hand and looked towards the door, implying that perhaps the middle of a gig was not the best place for them to chat. (Which didn't stop her from doing it anyway. It was her own people she was being rude to, so she would make it up to them later.) "I meant you being here in general, in Portland. And you specifically, little miss. I did see that last post of yours on the internet. What's been troublin' you, sugar?"