Delphine wasn't the sort that would drink anything other than wine, and the occasional hard liquor when things got rough. But what can you do? She's exhausted, mentally from over thinking and physically from trying to turn herself into a skilled fighter in just a few days of vigorous training. Alas, she wasn't making much progress. Instead, she thought maybe drinking would help ease her, for now at least. So she took the stool next to Issa, and returns the smile, albeit lacking in authenticity.

"Long day?" she asked, French accent very apparent. Not exactly Orlesian. although wasn't exactly expecting an answer. She didn't seem like the rest awfully loud people, which spiked an interest.