The best night, evidently. Ms. Knight was glad to put the show on all by herself, and Li Hua was glad to watch. If she had any less poise she might have laughed, but as it was she watched the whole production with barely a twitch of her lips, which might have been from dropping her stem into her empty glass. The woman took command just fine here, what did she think she was accomplishing trailing Nick Fury around like a hopeful puppy that day? And that strength of hers-- those gifts seemed plentiful here in New York City, but rarely from the same source.
"Barkeep," Li Hua called down the bar with just a hint of amusement in her eye, cocking her head flirtatiously to lay her cheek on her propped up hands and let her long hair fall over her shoulder. "I could use a refill," she requested, her accent a little thicker than it should have been, just as an extra precaution against being recognized as the infiltrator.