[Poggio]

“Its...” Her response was cut off by the sudden intrusion of a drunken man spilling his drink on Mr Zeo's jacket. She quickly stepped back avoiding getting the dripping liquid on her own garments. A lighthearted chuckled escaped her lips at the mans misery. Synila listened to his slurred speech but her attention turned back to Zeo. “Its not that bad.” Looking around she didn't see a place where she could put her own glass down, so she set it on the ground. Pulling out a black handkerchief, that was neatly tucked away in her bra, Synila applied a little spit to the cloth then grabbed Zeo shoulder. While the stain was still wet she started to rub it hoping to dull the stain to a pink blemish making it easier for him to wash. “Yes your quite the hero.” She said to the drunkard wondering if he was beyond sarcasm. “Even more of a hero, if you could see if that bartender over there has club soda.” Using her head she gestured towards the man with blue locks behind the bar.