It was all Hazel could do not to laugh at Jim. Or his words, at the very least. She didn't plan on divulging her secrets to Jim. Not for a simple question and definitely not for the sake of his joking flirtation. So she fixed him with a quirked-brow gaze and offered something somewhere in between a smirk and a smile. "Can a girl not just down shots for fun these days?" She quips softly, her voice full of the same amusement as his. "Besides. I'm not seeing much magic around here." Well, Hazel had certainly spoken much too soon for that factor. Because the display of Chance's unbridled power against Set's sudden aggression sent a shiver along the brunette's spine, Brock's comment noticed and then out of her mind within a moment.<br/><br/>Unsure of how the change in atmosphere had occurred, her gaze flitted between those closest to the pair's dissension. When she refocused on Chance, she could see the end of the had-been spat, even Brock returning to his seat as the stunning blonde continued as if nothing had happened. Hazel slowly takes the bottle she'd abandoned on the counter and holds it closer to her as she considers pouring another three shots, unsure and quiet in the wake of what'd occurred. Surely she'd experienced more than her fair share of violence and aggression, but it was still something she despised with her very being. She was just beginning to relax when Chance's voice caught her off guard. For a moment, she considered avoiding the answer, but Hazel rather liked the mysterious other woman. Which the shapeshifter had a very suspicious feeling had to do with whatever Chance was. And for her credit, Hazel never learned of many species outside of her family home. Not many ever bothered them.<br/><br/>"Ah, it is the latter, actually. I feel the slightest bit upon the first drink, but it goes away quickly," she explained in a quiet tone, forest hues sticking to the other woman's for a short moment before Errol enters the room and introductions begin anew. Hazel almost introduces herself right away, but Brock's intervention of his run-down of the night's occurrences- which may or may not have been correct, but Hazel ignores in it's entirety- keep her quiet as she finally pours three more shots and sets the bottle down. Once again, they're left to sit for a moment as she meets Errol's gaze and offers a short smile, "Hello. Hazel. It's a pleasure." Instead of awkwardly offering her hand, she dips her chin in acknowledgement. After another moment, when conversation seems to lull for a second, Hazel tips back the shots in a rapid daze. "I need to stop. I think my bill is getting kind of hefty too."<i> And it's honestly such a waste.</i>