She can whip something of that flavor up, sure. There's an improbably nice selection of liquor for the type of place this is.

The best kind of hole in the wall (also known as, secretly a front for organized crime).

"You've been making quite a splash in this little pond of ours," she says, sliding Ruby's drink over to her.

"I'm a pretty showy person by nature, I suppose."

"And yet, no one seems to have heard of you before you showed up at that little bank robbery."

Light shrug. "Everyone has to start somewhere. And it sounds like you've done a bit of homework on me." 

"We've been in the game long enough to know the value of information." She takes another drink. "And of allies. There'd be a nice place for a girl of your talents in the Witch Riders, you know. I'll even teach to ride a bike if you don't already know."

Teasingly: "Bikes aren't quite my style."

"That's hardly the end of the world if you can keep up otherwise."

"I might be more inclined to follow my own path."

"Not a joiner, then?"

"Nah. Though I'm not opposed to collaborating with pretty girls."

Charybdis tsks. "So you're looking for a looser alliance? Nonaggression?"

"Nonaggression, cooperation, nice flashy opposition - when it's convenient."

"Better than we'd get from the fucking goodfellas, anyway."

Salle has some thoughts as to more specific terms...

They can refine things, sure. (And she's not planning to work with the mafia for a reason.)

Here's to a productive evening.

A pleasant occasion. 

As these things go.

"I've had pretty good luck with this city so far."

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Mm-hmm!"

"Good. Having fun's half the point."

"Maybe slightly more than that."