“It's boring,” she insists, grinning a little, leaning onto the bar. “It's too quiet, the music sucks, and there's no one else here worth our time,” she lists off before she drains her drink and sets the empty glass toward the inner edge of the bar to be retrieved by the bartender. This was the fun part, the anonymity, the playing. She lets her gaze stray, lets her attention wander over Gamora, down to her boots, back up to her eyes.

"You want to find somewhere with better ambience?"

The offer could just as easily be purely friendly, and if that's how the advance is received, she'd roll with it. Either way, she's getting out of this place and heading for somewhere with a little more noise, and she thinks it'd be a lot more fun with present company.