Common drinks and strange acquaintances

I R I S Iris eyed the unusual blade and sent a questioning look at the armed woman. Was this for the gawkers, or was she still holding a grudge because of a silly, unintentional attack on her person? It was hard to tell with someone of such an aggressive disposition. She looked past the primal looking weapon and made a quick survey of the room. It seemed to have infused a healthy dose of subtlety into the curious lot. Iris wrapped one hand around her cup, taking a short sip, while she let her free arm rest casually on the back of her chair, fingers within easy reach of her own weapon. “Administrative work for my family's trading company.” She glazed over her answer, looking straight into the Fae’s eyes, expression cordial. ”What kind of game do you catch? Human or animal?” She set the cup on the table, not letting go of it. Whether this was to be a fight or a conversation, drink would get her through it.