[ She tilts her head, giving him a confused look. ] Pretty sure we've never met, my guy.

[ Of course, tilting her head like that makes the whole world slosh sideways a little, and she winces, pressing the heel of her palm against her temple.

She's not particularly keen on approaching a man she doesn't know, even if all the other men she's met in Mathias have not been creeps. Still, he at least puts the glass across the table from him, which is a point in his favor.

Athena walks over slowly, in part because she's wary and in part because that dizziness hasn't gone away. She plonks herself down in the chair opposite him, taking the water and sipping it lightly. She gets the feeling chugging right now will have unpleasant results. ]

So has anyone given you the "welcome to hell, we're all mad here" speech yet?