Adjutor
"Just one order of fries," Adjutor said curtly, one hand resting on the pommel of the sheathed steel sword as she looked around, having nothing better to do at the moment. Gojira's whispered warning, however, shook off the encroaching boredom quickly enough, some small part of her growing excited at the prospect of a fight.
Don't suppose that's why you ordered two of those?
In all fairness, I would've eaten them myself if nothing came up.
"Figures. Suppose it's a good thing I got that second burger then," the monster hunter replied, keeping her voice low as well.
After a while, part of her wished Gojira hadn't confirmed her suspicions. Time spent mildly suspicious was one thing, but time spent waiting for something you knew was coming was quite another, a difference that made itself almost painfully apparent as they waited. Before Adjutor could drift off into a daze, however, someone new arrived, imposing even without taking into account the massive coat obviously hiding something on her back.
Ah, damn, she looked like she was itching for a fight too. Looking around at the other patrons, it hardly needed to be said that things would get messy if a fight broke out.
Looking over the potential threat, Adjutor reattached the silver sword's sheath to her hip before resting the steel sword on her lap with one hand. The other took advantage of the attention this would draw to swiftly slip a small matchbook out of her pocket and rest that hand over the sheath, hiding the matchbook while readying herself in case the fight broke out before she could try for a diplomatic solution.
Might need some magic here. Can't see any magic on her, which means she either uses something else or is a pure physical fighter. Wouldn't be much trouble there if not for the civs. Here's hoping she didn't have time to eat first.
A moment was put aside to focus, readying a link between the newcomer's shadow and the shadow of their table just in case.
