<div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/327/b/e/rinne_by_jennyverse-d87fwdz.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e0/5250166c04574a198c0803868d48d966.jpg)</div><br/>The mercenary warrior's gaze snapped to Matthias as soon as he began to move towards her. As she was accustomed, Rinne thoroughly looked him over; his physique. equipment, and anything else that could be of use. By the time he made his way over to her table, Rinne had a sense of his strength, and speed. And powerful he was, she noted, he carried himself like one experienced on the battlefield, and it was backed up by a physique of well-built, hardened muscles. Her cool gaze flicked upwards to meet Matthias as he spoke, a stray thought in  her mind wondering what a man like him was doing working here. Then again, she remembered, she was also in the same place.<br/><br/>"I don't drink," she replied calmly. Rinne lowered her voice a little before she continued. "I'm here for something<em>else</em>." She finished, a little more hesitantly. If one paid attention, her face began to flush with just the slightest tinge of pink.