Michael
"Kahaha..."

*Fair's fair. Sitting down with the pig masked weirdo, the woman still kept a tense body and less than trusting gaze. Really, she should've known herself that she was getting a tad too comfy. That was on her.*

*Katya sat and awaited for either someone to come take their order or for Terrel to get anything, in which case she'd follow. The offer of free food wasn't to be denied though... Being poor for a while means one gets to appreciate the little things a lot more.*

*She started to twirl her hair a bit. She was starting to need blood now... She must admit... The curse was getting her worked up and thirsty, to the point that Terrel was looking mighty fine...*
Jack
*The Elf would make himself comfortable in the booth, noticeably more relaxed in comparison to Katya.*"I'm assuming you're a Mercenary of sorts, or perhaps a Bounty Hunter?"*The Elf would question. In sitting back in the booth with his arms relaxing within the cover of his cloak, it was hard to tell if he was directly staring at her or just sitting back while resting his eyes.

Of course he was gazing at her, though with that mask on it could have been the latter.*"Or do you just happen to be a businesswoman who got laid off?"*There was a hint of curiosity in his tone, mostly from him wondering if she made such an effort in chasing down someone for herself or another with enough reward. She almost reminded him of someone he had met recently doing similar before the mishap that occurred during such.*
Michael
"I'm a bounty hunter."

*Katya cracked her back and neck, and relaxed a little. Just a little...*

"Businesswoman... Keheh, nah, but again, flattering."

*Looking over the crowd, she drew air in through her tongue and made a hissing sound at the sorry crowd that drove themselves into this place. She knew those types, and knew they'd be up to **Something** Less than great.*

"Watch your back when you're gettin' stuff done, I feel iffy about the atmosphere right now. Aight?"
Jack
*So his thoughts were correct. It was probably the first he'd truly talked to a bounty Hunter, though he supposed a Mercenary wasn't too different.*"I can see a lot more than you may think with this mask on."*The Elf would say. Although it was tempting to make humor in the situation, he knew better than to let his guard down, especially in a tavern of all places. It was always a problem waiting to happen, though it was one of the few convenient places to gather.*

"Suspecting something'll happen?"*He'd eventually question her. If she were picking up something, it could have either been her paranoia or something to drive real concern. Terrel wasn't too sure. Then again, he didn't know the woman well enough to be able to tell what was causing whatever itch she was feeling about the place at the moment.*