Her reply was cut short by bartenders stopping by to see why she was there, entirely unprepared for her to actually order anything based on the look on his face when she ordered a double of Bookers, neat. It took her a moment to realize that Alistair had distracted her from even looking at the menu - though it was a welcome diversion all the same, "I'll have whatever is on special today." And handed it back to him, her focus swiveling back to the woman beside her. It was easy sometimes, to forget what she was, with the way she moved alone making her look like art. It wasn't like Jayati, with her rough hands, tattoos, and multitude of small scars. A jaded sort of exhaustion in her eyes. Once you knew that Dragons existed, most people didn't meet her statement of what she was with skepticism.
Some might've taken it as an insult, Jayati, however, did not. It was very hard to actually insult her. Annoy her was a different story entirely, but she didn't forsee that happening this evening.
"Oh." Jayati glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing it was almost dinner time - or breakfast depending on your schedule - "Is it about that time? You know, I've never actually heard you sing." Odd, considering how little the town was and how rarely Jayati left in the big scheme of things, but it wasn't often she visited Veritas and especially not during the busy hours. Now she was actually glad that she had found a legitimate reason to come here, even if she didn't look like she belonged. Maybe next time she would break out a dress, she hadn't worn one since October.