[ she's a difficult nut to crack, this one. all long hair and serious expression. it makes quentin want to lean into it a little more, to pick and pry and see what he can eke out from behind it all. ]

Oh, you want me to tell you what's next? Interesting, seeing as you just told me I could leave. So, what is it, miss?

[ his accent is a bouncing, lilting thing, not dissimilar to her world's english people, but a little twangy, all the coloring of someone who has been born of many places with no home. ]

I could walk away from the bar, of course, with my drink. That would be my first option, but nothing exciting. Or I could walk away from this bar with you, and we could sight see. Looks like there's plenty to get our eyes on. I hear music, too - and water. But if you're not interested in adventure, then... I will leave you to your very interesting drink.