There was an air of incredulousness as she answered his query about what the Ark was, but she didn't not miss the way he scoffed rather snobbishly at her initial statement, which even she could admitwas rather on the nose about the name of the gargantuan ship. It gave her the impression that perhaps he wasn't from this side of the proverbial tracks, still even someone from higher up on the social standing ladder might understand the appeal of this place. Everyone needed an escape, the ability to lose oneself in the darkness, the drink, or the ring and the Ark provided them with more than they might ever want. Freedom could be found in simplicity, and that was something money could never buy. It was the one thing the Ark had offered her, a fresh start, a chance at a life that even a year ago she would never have dreamed could be hers.

She didn't miss the small simper that raised his well-defined cheekbones as she chuckled at the idea of presenting Tetradore with this portfolio of his misconduct; undoubtedly, he would be very upset at the idea and just as undoubtedly whoever had felt the urge to send him this couldn't care less about resolving these tickets either. It was an unachievable goal if there ever was one. Still, she had time before the rest of the Ark's employees would be coming down, and it seemed rather harmless to let him sit at the bar for a while. After all, despite feline curiosity being a stereotypical idea... that didn't mean it wasn't true. And there was something that sparked her interest about this dark-haired stranger who didn't seem to have the sense to be afraid of walking into a known seedy establishment, home to one of the largest packs of werewolves in the city. Or maybe he was just that brave, either way it left a few questions she had about him unanswered and had her questioning if he was new to Sacrosanct.

He seemed rather taken aback at the idea that she might think that of him, but while he corrected her he didn't necessarily offer any further insight into the matter. Only going so far as to say his experience with the supernatural was rather limited. That explained his lack of concern for a situation that warranted more than a little trepidation for someone like him, brave or reckless she wasn't sure which was better. "That's a dangerous thing around here.". Knowledge was possibly the most powerful thing in Sacrosanct, and it didn't necessarily appear that he was rich in such terms. Still it was perhaps rather endearing to meet someone who didn't have it all together, much like herself. It was this that led her to be so bold as to place two empty glasses on the bars polished surface, their hollowness ringing in the ships empty hull as she fixed him with an inquisitive gaze.

For a moment they sat there as she could almost see him contemplating the idea which those glasses represented. Unknowingly it was a test of sorts, a dare, a way of getting a glimpse into who he was beyond the careful exterior he seemed to be presenting. At his reply her lips twitched up into a smile as she merely nodded and went to work. One of her skills behind the bar was her fluidity, while it was perhaps no Coyote Ugly she moved with a grace that proved she knew what she was doing as she grabbed a few bottles and began to pour. Silver tequila, some passion fruit liquer, a splash of agave, cranberry, with a wedge of orange and lime. Grabbing a tumbler and ice she moved with practiced ease as she gave it a few solid shakes, unable to resist glancing back to her one-man audience and giving him a quick wink as bartending was a performer at their core, before pouring it into the glasses equally. It was one of her favorites, a smooth drink that was easy to sip on with just a touch of fruitiness to break the tequila's burn. Her hand circled the cool glass and raised it gently, tipping it towards in a way that somehow seemed a touch provocative as her steady turquoise gaze waited to see his reaction.