Welp. There goes her excitement Illya. Down the drain with her dreams. She'd push away the shot of vodka that's set in front of her and the cup of tea that comes with it for you to mix at your discretion but she's economic and downs the shot pure. Tea is for the English.

"Ugh. Redbright? Seriously?"

Seriously? What is with all the eligible bodyguards being Sylvia's lackeys? She's just about ready to give up at this point.

"So what are you?"

She thinks it's a pretty fair question with him having seen hers and not done much more than raise a brow.