Jahzra Rocvard
Criminal with a Heart of Gold
Equipment: [redacted]
Jazz studied the menu as Myra talked and went about her antics with Makai, and listening. At the comment about long nights in the hyperlanes she glanced up. The insinuation wasn't lost on Jazz, and she couldn't argue. The thought made her face and ears heat for a moment, though it might've been hard to notice with the slight reddening her skin had already undergone. Or at least she hoped.Makai went on to talk business in the food industry and making deals. An off-hand commentary but at the same time the subtle flex wasn't lost on her either. Not that either of them needed it. Still, it was light enough to not bother. It wasn't a deliberate needle or jab at either of them. Maybe he wasn't even aware of it? She pushed the notion away.
At his comment about giving Myra a break from talking a smirk plastered itself across her face. I'm sure there's other things she enjoys you doing with that mouth.
With her being the last to order she turned her attention to the waitstaff. "I guess I'll do the nerf steak too. Medium-rare." She glanced around the interior, seeing more patrons showing up. That was probably a good sign. With any luck they'd get a good sear on them. "I'll do the mashed tubers with buttery herbs." She passed the menu back.
At Makai's question she tilted her head just so. "I think we would consider it," she mused, glancing up at Noah. Not that she could speak for him, or would presume to. Her attention drifted back to the other couple. "Depending on what it is, of course." Here come the NDAs and Non-compete paperwork.