The nod was acknowledged with a slight, very slight, nod. Did he know who she was? Perhaps he was one of those who didn't care, which was always fun.
And drinks were always welcome. While she hadn’t actually drank the one she currently held, she makes note of the gesture.
Attention moves back to the Robin, a blink, then another, “A unicorn?” she catches the joke, and a small smile appears. “Give you points for imagination.” Or being slightly insane, she wasn’t sure yet. "I suppose you really do aim high."
Leaning against the bar, her own eyes move over the room, not settling upon anyone or anything. So if she had people in here right now, her eyes wouldn’t give them away.
“Shiny things?” did she have a need for shiny things? She wasn’t sure. “Those are hard to move without notice. That is, if you don’t know the right people and have the right connections.” Drink swirled once again, thoughts moving through her head. “Tell me, have you been successful acquiring said shiny objects in the past? Have you been able to move them without notice?” would she be honest, or pad the facts?
Seeing the finger wave, amusement flashes on the tattooed face, “So he is an associate or friend.” The girl hadn’t said either way. “And a generous one that at.” Surly that deserved a talk. “Perhaps we should see what he might have to offer.” Wasn’t really a question. She heard what Robin was offering, what could her associate offer? Plus, it might prove fun to watch the two breathers talk. Would one try and make the other look bad? Would they work together? Oh the possibilities.