There was. Just one now. [ The implication of that is pretty clear, and although she's come to terms with losing her sister by this stage in her life, she's well aware that 'my twin sister is dead' isn't exactly a topic that fits the mood here. So she's worded that answer carefully and, after knocking back what's left of her drink, is quick to give him a smile and move on. ]

Probably not! [ It's not hard to tell he's interested her enough to grow on her already, not with that amused, delighted expression of hers. ] Guess that's the fuckin' wonder of a multicultural world like this, huh?

[ Another drink is set down in front of her then, the bartender at this point not even needing any cues from Apollo to know she wants another. ]

'Course they are, how d'you think they got rich in the first place? So is that what you're goin' for, then? High class debauchery?