[Espy]

Espy threw a shadowed sideways look at the girl sitting a few feet away from her, crouched like she was against the wall. She'd seen her a few times, fighting. I suppose we've all been thrown in this together...

The assassin, with katars sheathed at her side, walked over the the bartender and ordered a mug of milk, paying with what few coins she had on her. Carrying the drink back over to the fluffy-tailed girl, she crouched down, keeping an eye on the woman close by.

"Here...drink this. It won't help you to be nervous."