DAMNED IF I YIELD AT THE END OF THE CHASE
"It was not an offer." Min quickly insisted, but Ronin had already gone to get drinks. A child? Min wondered how many Outlander children would be born here...were they Naturals, then? It was hard to say. Whatever the conclusion was, she didn't like it.
She took the mug from him and held it in two hands, not yet drinking. Only nodding when he asked if she could sit, she stayed quiet for a moment and looked down into the ale, thinking about nothing in particular but still managing to be annoyed about it. Eventually she mumbled a 'thanks', trying not to think about the slimy bartender who served it (she really did not like the man. A bar was a place to serve drinks, not practice some kind of acrobatic act or flirt).
"Where did you come from? Was it similar to here?" Min asked - in another tone the question could simply be pleasant conversation, but in her voice it was interrogation. Trying to appear at least vaguely casual she lifted the mug to her lips and took a sip, but her eyes did not leave Ronin's face.
MIN
