Scarlet had had enough. The penis measuring contest was a little much. Perhaps she was hormonal due to her situation. Or perhaps sitting out in a hallway waiting to get the word that all was safe was just too much. She'd been here a few months, and Constantine hadn't even noticed she was there, so she wasn't worried.
"Exorcist, demonologist, expert in the occult, and Master of the dark arts... That's some resume." The soft rich tones of old New Orleans purred from her lips as she appeared on the same side of the bar John had been on. If you blinked you would have missed her fading into place. She was careful not to do 'hard landings' being fourteen months pregnant. And she didn't want to chance spooking an exorcist.
She was looking over the other drinks Bryn had to offer. Soda was out, as was coffee. Reeve would never get to sleep if she shared that with him. She glanced over at Blank, a raised eyebrow that said he might very well be in trouble later. "And it would be nice if ya'll kept it in your pants. No need in measuring... swords."