There was something entirely off-putting about Jim, the young shapeshifter found as she watched his mouth form his spoken words. The hand that closed over his drinks- one after the other- sent the slightest tinge of concern through the core of her being. It was intimidating, how friendly his demeanor seemed despite his hulking figure. Instinct prickling at the back of her neck, she leaned against her acquired spot at the counter and let her gaze slip towards a new target. The friendly but small smile on her face never wavered. As Set introduced himself, the redhead took a moment to offer a small murmur of greeting, then introduce herself to those who hadn't yet heard her name.<br/><br/>"Hazel. S'pleasure to meet you all." Her dark, forest-hued eyes slipped around the odd circle of accumulated creatures, all in their own turn something beautiful and unique. For a second, she saw her own pack- her own family- in a similar gathering around a fire. There were smiles on their faces, their eyes all reflecting in the dim light. The second she blinked they were gone again. With Chance once again addressing the crowd, Hazel's attention was half-drawn. When she herself was addressed, she snapped to attention like a well-trained soldier, no matter how light the conversation. "I do certainly see the appeal of such." The easy-going smile had returned to her face, but it was gone almost as soon as it had come, replaced with a look of intrigue as Brock once again spoke. What an anamoly. A 'human' right smack in the middle of a supernatural safe-haven. And admitting his realizations, none the less. Hazel hummed quietly in agreement as he finally fell silent. "Hear, hear."<br/><br/>Eyes flickering to Colin, she graciously accepted the drink and the introduction, dipping her chin gratefully. "Thanks," she murmured, voice almost softer than before, as if the quiet tone of the room had silenced even her. Fingers dancing at the edge of the rim momentarily, she soon lifted it to her lips and sipped almost half of the glass down before replacing it on the counter. Blinking harshly as the minute buzz instantly subsided, no more than an unusual warmth in her belly, Hazel sighed and licked her lips. Colin's conclusive words to Brock send a shiver down Hazel's spine.<i>Was it time.. for her to make a change? To stop running, perhaps? <br/>
</i><br/>She's too lost in her own thoughts to catch much of what Set says, much less the pun, whether intended or not. Her hand clasps tighter around the glass and for a moment she fears it will shatter just before she forces herself to let go. Swallowing harshly, she downs the rest of the drink and stands from the counter to claim three shot glasses and an indistinguishable bottle of whiskey. Pouring them quickly and shooting them back even quicker, she inhales and then exhales shakily. As if realizing how undeniably insane she likely appeared, she slowly set the whiskey bottle onto the counter and stared at the shot glasses as if they'd been the ones to insist upon her using them. When she continued to feel nothing, she sighed with discontent.