Word Ninjas. That was one way of putting it. "Hm. Snake oil salesmen is what I was thinking, but six of one-half dozen of the other. Doesn't mean they're bad." Just something to be aware of. It wasn't something that would stop her from protecting them or enjoying a meal with one of them, but it did make her short-tempered.
Another laugh at the compliment as she let the scales submerge back into her body, fading into tan skin seamlessly to an outsider - though it always felt a little strange to her, even after all this time. "That's nice of you. I fly in and out of the city on occasion. Hang out on the beach. So don't let it scare you too much." Most people in town, especially the nocturnal ones (by nature or by habit) were used to it. Hell, Mircea had caught her eating a shark not long ago.
She snorted at the guess before shrugging, "He's not so bad." Not that she had spent a lot of time around him, but he had been in town for a little over a year and had caused less trouble than the other bar owner had. "But be very careful about making a promise to one of them, especially if we have anyone new come to town. Or extracting an oath from one, really." It wasn't delivered like a grave prophecy or anything, Charlie probably thought she was being a paranoid old lady. But she'd try at least. The girl, Siren or not, was just too green for her to not look after her. "Before I forget," Jayati paused after taking another sip of her drink, digging around in one of the inner pockets of her jacket for a card that only had her first name, title and cell phone number, "If you need anything while you're in town. I'm pretty much always on call."