<div align="center"><em>Ethereal Rose</em></div><br/>And yet, for all his relative creepiness, when it comes down to it, why<em>shouldn't</em>he get a little friendly civility? Look at the guy: he's obviously got something cooking (and it ain't coffee), but he's going out of his way to be genial. Soft, even. Maybe it's an act - fuck that, it's<em>definitely</em>an act - but it could be worse. Why not appreciate what he's putting on for his facade if the alternative would be worse anyway? Wasteful is what that'd be.<br/><br/>With that thought, Rose provided the strangely pathetic amiability of that greeting with as sincere a smile as she can manage, which, under the circumstances, actually isn't all that bad. "Thanks, that sounds great. Could use a little kick for the empty tank." She shrugs off her windbreaker and drapes it over the back of Bojangler's recently vacated seat before settling down in it herself, rather more composed than its previous occupant had been even if she is keeping an eye on the nearer of Sundowner's hired hands. She keeps her posture up, not tight but pretty straight.<br/><br/>Although there is a brief silence then, even a relatively tense one on her side of things, it somehow isn't awkward. Actually, once she gets past that instinctive hesitation tickling around her neck, it's...rather peaceful, really. Just sitting there, watching Unicorn go through the motions of mixing together fancier coffee than she's often had eyes on, much less had offered to her, much less without an obvious cost attached; Sundowner nearby taking a sip of his own, observing her in turn. It's a matter of time before the silence will be broken, obviously, but she's okay with letting it linger until the man's ready to do a little prompting first. She can be patient. And that patience is, if only in a small way, rewarded in due time.<br/><br/>She had her coffee by then, though only savoring the strange bitter warmth of its aroma. "I can't recall offhand the last time someone called me that," she said. "Nice to know someone remembers. Though I can't say as I recall our having been introduced properly." She takes a sip and meditates on it. To be sure, despite apparently coming from the world before, all branded and declared, its flavor is - well, it's not<em>bad</em>, no way, not compared to some of the shit she's been offered as a refreshment over the years. It's just sorta...underwhelming. But hey, could be worse. If nothing else it's hot and palatable and has that little spark to it, that little bite on her tongue. All things considered, probably the best coffee she can recall having had, even if that's not really saying much.<br/><br/>"'Fraid I've come with some unfortunate news, since you're asking. Fella by the name of Warner went and crossed the wrong people in a bad way." She turned her cup around in her hands a few times before setting it to rest on one thigh, raised her eyes to read Sun's face. "I can't say I saw for certain how the argument ended, but just from what I know of the locals, he's not coming back. Not in any way that matters. Thought you might like to know sooner than later, seeing as the word is you were just about the only one around who got on with the guy. Bein' honest, the way things looked back there I don't know if there'll even be enough left to bury by the time they're done."