Vesper was mid-sip with another fruity, light drink when she finally caught sight of the dwarf. And the infiltrator's appearance was not at all what she was expecting. Maybe she was a spy from another corporation after all. One thing was for sure. In this place, where she felt safer and wasn't in the nude with a gun to her head, this dwarf seemed far shorter than she remembered. Danger had a tendency to inflate height in moments of fight or flight. Then again, being embarrassed, held at gunpoint, and forced to get that jerk past checkpoints made her feel awfully small.<br/><br/>Which made towering over the woman in the present extremely awkward to her. That voice though. Oh, how she remembered that. Her gaze narrowed even before the offer of a pint and comment on her looks. "No thanks." She forced a smile onto her lips, though there was a sharp edge of contempt behind it. "A few others already beat you to the punch." She gestured over the pair of glasses in front of her. "And I think I'd like to keep my mind sharp around someone like you."<br/><br/>"Why *did* you want to meet me here, anyway? Didn't you already get what you wanted?"