“Likewise.” The reply wasn’t as bitter or acerbic as it usually was. Farah was used to being quick, curt and sometimes rude. At least at work. Surgeons lead hectic lives and didn’t have time for niceties. That wasn’t to say that they their unpleasantness didn’t extend beyond work in certain cases, but still.
She nodded vaguely at Domino’s reasoning and truthfully she did not understand it. At this point in her short life, Farah didn’t have a vested interest in anything business. Spawning into existence as an adult also left you a little short in the galactic history department.
“Oh.” The Zeltron practically snorted at the observation made about her. It wasn’t untrue and she appreciated honesty. “I’m the date of…” She paused, eyes sweeping back and forth over the crowds as she realized she’d lost track of her man she’d accompanied. “That.” She gestured with her glass towards a tall blonde male with somewhat feminine features. Said pretty boy was cosying up to a shorter redhead in a divine dress with the face of a doll. She blushed as he whispered in her ear.
From her perch at the bar, Farah didn’t seem to mind. She was actually rather relieved. “The drinks are good and the price is right.” She shrugged. Couldn’t fight that logic.