"No idea where you're from, but I guess I could tell ya." Akame blinked wondering why the man had to explain such a cruel thing.  "See? Jack Daniels is the company that makes this type of alcohol. This in particular is a bottle of whiskey, just like he used out there..but the company makes all kinds of booze besides their types of whiskey. Dunno what you meant by human flesh...but the reason those bastards out there are burning right now is cause alcohol is flammable as all hell."  It took a second for Akame to understand what the man was trying to explain.<br/><br/>She could feel chelsea wiggling out of her hands. It wasn’t long before the cat shifted back to a full blown human with a piece of pocky stuck between her teeth. Chelsea’s hair was a light brown with blonde highlights which was not exactly the same as before. “ I think what he means is it's basically a bottle of sake Akame.”<br/><br/>Akame slowly took her hands away from the hilt of her sword. “ So no one was killed during the process of making the drink?”<br/><br/>“No.” Chelsea had to answer the question. If Akame went with instinct right away the man in the wheelchair would be dead already. Good thing it was her who fell through the ground, and not any of the others. This would be a totally troublesome event for the poor man.<br/><br/>The man that had just finished lighting thugs on fire walked back in with the small boy carrying a bag of sorts. It had strings, and seemed to be placed on your back like a travel bag. "Mickey, ya got a first aid kit?" Akame slowly backed up. She knew first aid. However, most of her experience was with items found around the fighting sight.<br/><br/>Chelsea was folding her arms while watching the man in the wheelchair grabbing  a white box, and handing it to the man. Their conversation went on about what was needed to fix the kid up. She decided to try something interesting. She walked behind an aisle where neither the man not the counter guy could see her, and reverted back to her cat form to trot over to the child. The kitty form she was in allowed her to walk over to the boy . Her tongue carefully licked his leg trying to comfort him. She meowed. In a way, the sound most likely startled the other man.<br/><br/>"Can you keep him safe for now? I see you've got some sort of sword on you, I hope you know how to use it if worse comes to worse." Akame nodded her head. It wasn't often that people put other people in her care.  For some reason this man was expecting war.<br/><br/>Chelsea was probably the best fighter they had when it came to sniping so to speak. She could easily kill someone. Why did they have to prepare for a fight?<br/><br/>Akame placed her hands on the hilt of her sword. They did not know the dangers of her sword, nor was she willing to reveal her technique. “ Well, do you care to explain -” She was interrupted.<br/><br/>Her eyes fell on a man that was in a coat with his right hand facing them. His eyes were focused on the man that was speaking. She knew he thought her attention was elsewhere.The man was different. Not like the Mickey, or frank. He had an air to him. A air of danger with a look in his eyes that represent the look of her infamous enemy. She clenched her jaw, noticing Chelsea's tail stick right up.<br/><br/>" For fucks sake, you look like one of those government lackeys. "The words spilled out of her mouth at the man who was trying to listen in on the other man. She hated the government. Government was evil, and corrupted. The king had yet to change obviously. He may look a little different, but the feeling wrong through her stomach.