“What was that?” Her wars were keen. A touch of amusement met her though she didn’t show it. She didn’t care how old someone was most of the time - she shared the same ideal in age that Julius did in that some of the older species let themselves rot before they would ever admit to be with the times.
“So everyone that crosses your path has to prove themselves worthy? That’s boring. Get a new act.”
She selected another bottle and then turned, excusing herself toward the register.