"Who's to say who is a nerd of the arcane.  You don't know what I'm into..." a mischievous grin slowly appears on her lips.  "Careful with your assumptions, young one."  Zola's cheerful demeanor darkened for a second when looking at the mage, but the look quickly faded as another drink appeared without asking.  A sigh escapes her lips, merely for dramatic effect, and she begins to look around.  Her eyes meet the other kindred's again briefly as she scans for a jukebox.  "Gah, this place needs some tunage...severely!"