Where was everyone? She wasn't that early, was she? This crate was supposed to at the bar well before this and it wasn't going to move itself. The industrious woman moved in a swift pace, just to make sure that there wasn't anything else that needed to be accomplished before the Ark's doors opened. A soft sigh escaped the woman, trapped in her own thoughts. She was like a busy honey bee, with single-minded purpose to make certain that the bar ran as it should. The she-wolf took pride in that bar, this one was equipped with state of the art everything. It was dressed up with anything they needed and more. The memories of the other Ark still existed for her and yet like the current ship... it gleamed impressively amongst dingy backdrop of the west. Even with plenty of time to spare, she moved to wipe down the surface of the bar with care and then took to organizing the glasses that had been hastily been put away the night before. Her mind was distinctly elsewhere and yet entirely focused in busy work. Content to put out those fires early before it got too eventful to do so.

Hmm. She thought to herself as she turned around on the balls of her feet to eye the cabinets below the bar, wondering where the shakers had been put last. At least the popular import beers were at least put on tap. Those kegs replaced and full. That distracted gaze rose as she searched for, what she could no longer recall when she saw a man at her bar. Not just any man.. A Frenchman she'd known, no other than Tetradore's father. The suddenness made her jump out of her damn skin at the sudden realization that she was not alone. That bar was empty a moment ago. She could have sworn it.

"Jesus! Matteo! You scared the living daylights out of me. You been here long?" She exclaimed like someone who had just been given the startle of their life, as she drew her hand to her chest unsure if her eyes betrayed her. She was lucky she didn't accidentally summon her power. It had been a while since she had been so spooked. Almost as long since she had seen her boyfriend's family. That French accented voice drifted easily toward. Forgive me, Mademoiselle Mira. He dipped his head in greeting. Why did it sound like he had entirely meant to startle her in the first place. As startled as she was to see him... she couldn't help but noticed the casual way he appeared. His tousled unkept locks almost reminiscent to her boyfriends without the obvious curl. The distinct look that made her wonder if Tetradore had gotten it from the fae that sat at her bar. She couldn't help but wonder. Honestly, he had a similar outfit to what she wore. The young woman wore a tank and fitted jeans. It was at that moment a young waitresses seemed to pass, go figure that it was during the presence of a handsome face and not when there was work present.

She heard the girl squeal as she scurried away to the kitchen to alert the women, like they had never seen an attractive male in their life. Did they not know how to control themselves? How she was glad they didn't act that way around Tetradore. Not that the man took notice. Matteo, on the other hand, didn't seem at all surprised by the interaction, in fact he seemed to feed into it. He didn't seem at all concerned by the potential herd of stampeding waitstaff that might come after him when word got out. Did he get that kind of reaction a lot? Mira couldn't believe it if she hadn't seen it herself. Without a word about what just transpired, he mentioned his son and how his talent was sleeping, that it was nice of her to take care of the bar while he slept. Mira exhaled, a syllable of a gentle laugh as she quickly recomposed herself from that prior scare. He was right, Tetradore was exceptional at sleeping. She was almost jealous that Tobias was curled up in bed with him, snoozing the day happily away. Yet in way she was glad he got the extra rest, he seemed far more tired of late. It was nothing new that his leopard brother often received the most time with Tet than any other person on that ship. Including her. But she understood their closeness from the start and Tetradore's busy, strange schedule had no intentionof slowing. It was like he lived a double life. She almost missed the simplicity of sharing a room with him, sharing that boat with him before it all returned to what was normal. Such a silly thought for something that had never been their life.

Mira leaned slightly into the bar casually now that her heartrate returned to normal, a secretive reply on her lips. Whether she truly believed that was another story. "How is Tet supposed to make an entrance if he shows up before the crowd?" It was like the man had it down to a science, even though she was certain the reasoning was probably far more simple than what she eluded to. But even she had to admit that the crowd anticipated the appearance of the alpha, it was like a spectacle in itself. It was like a rockstar making the crowd wait before they took the stage, only he merely observed them all, a king upon his throne. Mira had yet to ask him, maybe one day on one of those better days. But that didn't explain why the Frenchman was here now. Surely, he already knew Tet was busy sleeping, he just said so.

"He is very good at sleeping but that means he won't be around for a while. You are here for him aren't you?" A hint of a question flashed behind the she-wolf's molten-golden eyes. Surely that was the reason he showed up here to sit at an empty bar, hours before opening. Although, it was certainly a first for the she-wolf. He was certainly a peculiar man. Matteo claimed he just so happened to be in the area. Like he had any other business to be here other than his son. But the question to keep him company for a little while caused a flash of unguarded surprise. She hadn't seen his family since they stayed at his brother's home after the Ark sunk. It was almost like the whole event never even happened... like they had gone back to being a secret. Maybe... they didn't like her? Maybe Tet didn't like his two worlds meshing as much as she thought. So damn confusing. She refused to think of any of it. Maybe everything was meant to return as it was.

The she-wolf offered a warm smile, before she could reply, his features shifted into a look only described as mischievous. He claimed to have not crashed any cars nor borrowed them. That! Of course, she would never forget that. Tetradore apparently had not forgiven his father since them.

"Can you blame him? He loves his cars more than almost anything else. I think you are the only person who could have pulled off that feat and lived." At least the cars were safe tonight... or so he said. "Although, it hasn't been that long and you already incited a riot in the kitchen with the wait staff." It was hardly accusatory sounding. More like a scientific fact. She was almost impressed that he could a) steal a car from under her nose... a b) manage to incite such chaos with such clear ease. It was like a special talent at this rate. There was a lot of men that frequented that boat but none that created that level of response.

"I could use the company, it's the quiet before the storm here and honestly. It's been a while. Can I get you something to drink?" She gestured lightly toward the shot glass in his hand, surely, he wasn't just into glassware the way he fondled the thing. Although it was his prior comment that had the following question leave her lips after she took his order, should he have one.

"Not that I'm not glad for a visit, but I am curious how someone ends up in the neighbourhood on a ship in the western shipping district. Have you taken up boating?"