Montresor jolted when his focus was broken and prepared himself for another fistfight with a fellow pilot until he noticed it was a smoothie that had just been slammed down onto the table, not a fist. Looking up from the fruity drink to the person who set it down, he paused in bewilderment for a moment before reaching out and pulling the drink closer to himself. "Um, thank you," the young man said after the redhead explained, taking a long sip.<br/><br/>"You want to have a seat?" he then asked, gesturing to the opposite side of the table with just his fingers. If this wild berserker woman was capable of catching him off-guard like that, maybe she was worth more of his attention than he originally thought.