A slight twitch of embarrassment worked up beneath her left eye as she heard the winged man's sigh. Gael hadn't meant to offend him, but sitting too close to any supernatural being tended to rub her wrong. After all, she had spent a long while mastering the arts of supernatural hunting and it felt strange when she was trying to be peaceful with one. Not that she was looking for a fight, he seemed nice enough.<br/><br/>"A refuge? I could use that for a bit I suppose. Nice place though. I would really love a scotch on ice. Is there any specific currency you take? Only thing I have is American money. If you take that currency then I would kill for a bacon, double patty cheeseburger. Haven't had the privilege of one of those in a long time," she requested.<br/><br/>Gael's figure was surprisingly very slim and fit for someone who loved to eat. But then again, she did do a lot of traveling throughout dimensions and there wasn't always fattening foods available. Her job kept her pretty active too so maybe not too surprising. Glancing over to the winged man and the really big one, she outstretched her hand towards the one with the wings. "My name is Gael, I don't mean to offend. I was forced to train as a supernatural hunter a little while back and it's a little... uh uncomfortable being in too close a proximity. You know, just a little weird but you seem nice enough. As do you," she spoke to the both of them, also reaching to shake the really big man's hand as well. "Also, just in case any of you need it, I am an assassin. But I wont just work for anyone. I prefer to be paid but if the cause outweighs being paid I will work for free," Gael added before leaning back onto her barstool.<br/><br/>Gael listened to their talk about the Cook and wondered briefly how the kitchen worked. It was very confusing if he worked in some space in between dimensions. She had never heard of anything her entire life but she didn't doubt the possibility of it. It seemed lots of things that would seem impossible existed.<br/><br/>Gael was a pretty open character when it came to non-personal things. Looking at the Inn's owner, she smiled briefly. "Thanks, for I guess the Inn's really good timing," she said, chuckling a little bit to herself. Dusting off her hand after shaking it with the big man's, she watched with some amusement as he worked to quickly wipe up the soot mess he had made on the inn's bar. She was sure just by Donta's hospitality so far that the mess probably wouldn't bother him too much. "So if you two don't mind me asking, why are y'all here? And what happened to her?" she questioned the two men out of curiosity, nodding her head toward the girl on the couch.