"That's too much work." All joking aside, she definitely meant that. Jayati was - for the most part - a what you see is what you get type. If she didn't like you or thought you were up to something you knew, and if she liked you then, well you knew that as well. Didn't have time for airs or fronts. That being said, she behaved a little differently in Summerview. Cursed a bit less, only had alcohol in private, was a little less scowly and moderately more patient with idiots who made her want to punch heir skull in.
Moderately.
Jayati shrugged, "We'll see." A glance around the bar then, as she forcibly took her mind back off the town. It was her night off, a real one, instead of feeling like she was on call while she slept, she didn't want to bog it down with thoughts of work more than she had to. Jayati gave a wistful sigh as she balanced her chin on top of her pool cue, gaze on a particularly noisy crowd of people, though it wasn't a worrisome type of mood around them. Yes. "I miss Korea, I stayed not far from the Gyeongbokgung Palace for a few months." Yet, she still could only speak house Korean at best, and now it was way out of date. Lalita had wanted to speak to the people working on the restoration, and by speak she meant harass. It was a fun time.
"Yeah?" Her focus turned to him for the most part, watching as he returned to the table, though she was still watching the crowd out of the corner of her eye, compensating for the fact that his attention was on the table. It was something they had picked up fairly early on. "I thought it was that friendly fire isn't." Ralph brought her over another beer instead of the more responsible water that he was drinking, but hey, at least she wasn't drinking more shots right? "Not bad."
Jayati circled the table herself, thinking that with all his talk about getting fucked she really wasn't that far ahead of him. Must be her distraction. "Naw. I think I had this priest sniffing around, as weird as that shit is, but not yet I think. You? Got some pretty young thing to kiss on new years?" Not yet as in, not ready. Jayati hadn't outright said my wife died in Vietnam and sometimes we mourn for a few thousand years or forever but she had casually brought her up in the way that family comes up in conversation - but in the past tense. It didn't need to be a big deal, and she talked about it so casually that most people didn't make one about it.
Nuno had been kind enough to hit the cue ball into a pocket for her so she spun it in her hands as she walked around the table, finally placing it in just the right spot. Not that it didn't require her practically draping herself on the table but, sacrifices had to be made sometimes. It was worth it, two in with one shot, leaving her to take aim at the 8 ball. It seemed to go nice and smooth, but then only bounced off the walls like a jackass.