Abia could only quirk an eyebrow. Who would be lookin for drinks at this time of night? The bar was closed, she was done for the night, so whoever wanted to get drunk would have to look elsewhere.<br/><br/>When he slammed the door shut, she sighed, letting go of the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. With a careful step forward, she asked, “so....who was that?” She didn’t particularly care all that much who banged on his door, but it was a good enough distraction from the tense atmosphere. She was beginning to wonder if coming here had been a mistake.