[There's a good reason the Compass tends to be void of the lively atmosphere of the dome's other share of bars and that is simply because it's owned and manned by one Tyki Mikk. Who, if you've been around long enough to hear, does not have the sweetest reputation; murder, torture, an assortment of fouls while in the facility. But it's not easy to pick up on, especially with the flirtatious smile he shoots back at Roxy and the way he's dressed lazily in a well tailored shirt half unbuttoned.
He's still drying a tumbler while he walks over to where she stands along the inner side of the bar.] Well, love. How quickly do you want to get drunk?