"Well, can't argue with gettin' some fightin' in." She shrugs, raises the bottle back to her mouth, and doesn't lower it again until it's good and empty. But once it is good and empty, she places it back down on the table and immediately smiles and waves to the innkeeper to indicate she wants another.

"'spose that makes sense. But hey, I met a lady in blue while I was in that damn fuckin' cage, an' didn't think she was too bad. We've got a mutual friend, an' apparently we've been to the same world an' shit." Still though, Apollo doesn't seem too ruffled by his warning about the Blues. She likes Tempest well enough, so she figures it's possible that she's alright and the rest are assholes. Or something. Whatever - he's right about not everyone matching their flight stereotypes, at least.

"Well." She pauses to think about what all she wants, since she definitely is going to need something in return if he expects her to be of any help anytime. "Kinda don't think you're gonna be too great at findin' me whores or people to sleep with, but hey, if you manage it that'd be pretty great."