Inej works the bar at Mag's Inn most nights. She may never have worked at the Crow Club in that way, but learning to sling a drink or two was easy enough and she'd made her way here with this and running errands for Mag in the daytime– it meant less running around for her, and Inej didn't mind the legwork.

She hears the familiar scrape of someone pulling up at the bar, the soft clink of coin on the bartop, but... the voice is what trips her up. She freezes on a dime, breath silent but caught sharply between her ribs. It's a brief moment, blink and you miss it and she prays he does, as she moves to pour the drink he'd asked for.

"I thought I was supposed to be the sneaky one," she quips, setting the glass in front of him, hands braced against the bar as she finally turns to face him. Her voice is steady, sharp but not mean, and her eyes lock on him intently to judge every inch of his reaction.