James hit the nail on the head, at least in her book. She couldn't help but agree. "Yeah, well. Hard to rely on a family that has no idea what you are suddenly." Though maybe her own case was a little different in that it was the first time she'd been anything to any of them. They finally had to stand up and take notice.
"It's weird to stop and think about what else there is besides this, though. Maybe because the answer is 'nothing,' isn't it?" She'd heard the whispers about the Syndicate like anybody. Sometimes she wondered what that was all about, whether they'd be a viable option for her. In the end, though, she was too focused on her powers and developing them while she was a student to really worry about what came after. That'd suit her for now. "Unless I actually feel like blending in with normal people and going into movie stunts, makeup, and special effects." She grinned, happy to share her fallback occupation.
Moving the shot glasses into place, she tipped some of the whiskey and some of the Bailey's into each. She watched the mixture settle then poked it with her finger, not slamming it just yet. "Double strength," she observed, glancing up at him, wrinkling her nose a little. "Can you imagine how badass a Bailey's milkshake would be?" That'd be the stuff of dreams, she was pretty certain. Kaluha chip was one of her favorite ice creams, but getting it in a milkshake was impossible. Chips didn't fit through straws well. "With fries to dip in it." She let out a dreamy sigh, grabbed the shot glass, and clinked it against his before tipping it back and setting it down with one of those satisfying thunks on the table.