"Yeah, my mom was the best", Mari replied, shrugging her shoulders. She went no further in the subject, as if it really didn't matter.<br/><br/>As the drinks came, she wouldn't have complained of drinking the one Cheshire had ordered for her. Even as her usual self, Mari wasn't one to be picky about much. As he switched the cups, she didn't protest either, and her smirk made clear she had liked it.<br/><br/>"Really?", she asked, an air of false innocence in her eyes. "Do you give ladies<span style="font-weight: bold">everything</span>they want?"<br/><br/>The girl moved a little on her seat, shifting for a more comfortable position, before answering Cheshire's question. "Oh, just running errands. Bumped into an old friend, that's all. You know how these quick bump-ins can become long conversations about this or that."<br/>________________________________________________________________________________<br/>The man Dumas had at gunpoint had felt a pang of hope as he heard White's disapproving words. Even though he didn't know White - though he seemed vaguely familiar -, the man thought he had gained and incidental ally.<br/><br/>His hope vanished as soon as White stunned his bodyguard. Feeling a sour taste in his mouth - the taste of fear - he looked back at Dumas.<br/><br/>"I... um... she's my girlfriend. So what? Never met your girl at an unusual spot? She digs this kind of stuff."