Never play poker with a Vampire. When her heart only beat a handful of times a minute and she could hold her breath underwater for well over a half hour, it was easy enough for Selene to maintain a poker face. Deathly stillness might even be closer to the correct description. That didn't stop her from giving an internal eyeroll. This... whatever it was might pass for human to another human, but the smell was wrong, and she didn't hear a heartbeat. Yet, this wasn't some other sort of Vampire. At this range, she could have sensed that.
When it first sat down, Selene gave serious consideration to tossing a thermal detonator in its lap and leaving. The actual mental debate was over how much trouble she'd get into if she activated the charge first or not. Yes, she hadn't changed a bit since she was turned at age 19 in 1402 back in Hungary. She knew she was attractive to most Human males. But in six plus centuries she'd heard every pickup line at least a million time. At the word 'business', though, she unfroze a bit.
Leaning forward slowly, she answered, "Business doesn't usually bore me, but you're treading on the edge. Order another bottle of this Wookie..." she picked up the bottle and read the label for the first time, "label says it's Brandy, probably because calling it reactor flush would have been bad marketing, and get a glass for yourself. Then tell me what sort of business you have in mind. Are you here to hire on, or to hire me or my ship? Any and all are possible, although right now the first strikes me as fairly unlikely."