"And the vampires and the werewolves and..." Roxy took another drink, shaking her head. "I always thought I was the best and it was pointed out even at my best as a human, I could never be the best compared to the other supernaturals." Not enough to take care of herself anyway. How did you prepare against them?
But Leon was right. She had to clear her head and work on the next steps, figure out what had happened, where her misstep had been. But it was so easy to kind of just wallow at the moment.
As soon as one of the shots came, she practically grabbed it from the waitresses hand, nodding her head in thanks and downing it. "I'll get the next round," she said as a form of apology to Leon. She tried to focus, thinking on that night.
"All I remember is running into my attacker. And he didn't look well. I know him. Knew him." She shook her head, unsure of what tense to use. Because the Major she saw that night wasn't the Major she had gotten to know in Preya. "It was almost like he had a sense of clarity because he recognized me. And then...well, you know the rest."