Jayati had an odd view of the armed forces, or maybe it wasn't odd. It wasn't something she discussed with most people so she wasn't exactly sure if it was normal or not. It might be a bit hypocritical too. She believed firmly in protecting, the most stable points of her life - including the last 20 - had been when she was firmly in the Guardian role that she had choosen as opposed to the ones she just fell into for money and to distract her.
But Dragons weren't exactly known for taking orders, and she was really past that dazed point in her life where she took something akin to enjoyment from being the attack dog. Not to mention the things she had witnessed in Vietnam. That didn't mean she didn't respect Nuno - it just elicited some mixed feelings on occasion. "Did you learn anything interesting while you were there?" Luckily, satisfying her curiosity very rarely had anything to do with morals or philosophy. The prostitute thing earned him a snort though, "Accident. And are you about to say you never took her up on one of them? I imagine it got awful lonely in the barracks..." Jayati gave him a shit-eating grin that wasn't, well, quite as good as one of his, more subdued, but the spirit was definitely there.
Jayati listened to him with a faint air of amusement and contemplation before finally adding, "You know, I've never been to an actual gun range." What? Two hundred seventy-five years wasn't enough time to do everything.
She old rolled her eyes when he lost his shit laughing, "If you stop breathing I'm not giving you mouth to mouth, I don't want whatever you got." The voice was as dry as the desert but the twitch of exasperated fondness wa still there. Somewhere. "Volunteer for that shitshow or voluntold?" That was the handy party about being the boss, you got to make the schedule. Not that it made much of a difference, Jayati would overwork herself no matter what given the opportunity. Some days she wished there was more in Summerview to exhaust her, honestly.
"I think the bars are, but I'm going to be doing crowd control. Our residents don't always celebrate the New Year, but they can be hard to wrangle if they just wanna get pissed." Ever tried to wrestle an Angry Pixie who couldn't maintain a size betweens six feet and six inches consistently or a drunk centaur? Yeah, it was going to be that kind of fun. Though not all of them even viewed New Years the same as the Mortals. The Fae and the Sea Races for instance, but everyone likes an excuse to get fucked up.
Another sip of her beer and she took in the table for a long moment, remembering far different pool halls for a beat before yanking herself back to the present forcibly. Finally she moved towards the end where he stood, tapping at his knees to get him to scoot with her pool cue before lining up her shot. The ball had somehow almost managed to bounce right back to where it was when he had hit it, so she was effectively taking the shot he missed and - ah, finally. Her eyes lifted to him, one eyebrow raising with a self-satisfied smirk, "Maybe next time, but probably not then either."