"Fair enough," he replied. Honestly Kaz didn't want to talk about work either. He picked the topic simply because he didn't know what else to talk about. Like him, Shira had two sides. She was either at work or she wasn't. Work face, not work face. Work voice, not work voice. It made it easier to know who he was talking to in different situations. He could trust that, while 'on the clock', she would perform her job to the best of her abilities, and while she had her own goals in mind, it seemed to him that she was still concerned about collateral damage and would work to minimize it. However, it also meant, in Kaz's mind, that she would behave more like a computer than a person when it came to making critical decisions. No matter the ratio of organic to non-organic components to her body, she was a cool, logical figure at work.<br/><br/>But outside of work, she could dress how she felt like dressing without worrying about anything. She could be her own self outside of work, kick back, relax, and be a person. It seemed to him that it was the yin to her logical yang, the only way she could effectively balance her personalities. Of course that was simply a hypothetical possibility. He would probably never know, because he'd probably never ask.<br/><br/>"It was good. We caught up, took it easy, laughed, talked about mom and dad, then I went home. Food was good. It was an alright day. But i'm free tonight, in case you find yourself with nothing to do." Kaz took another gulp of from his glass, finishing off the contents. This time Ceres wasn't right there immediately with a refill, but Kaz didn't mind. He was debating on having another anyway. After a moment of thought, he decided one more wouldn't hurt, so he caught Ceres' attention and asked for another. He wondered briefly if the waitress was naturally the way she was, or if it was a mask she put on for work. Many bartenders literally could not care less about the lives of their patrons, but they listened intently anyway. Tricks of the trade, that's all they were.