In the dimly lit pub, Sylus's red eyes surveys the area, watching what people are doing out of sheer boredom mostly. Though he often finds it helpful to know what kind of clientele are coming into these places, after all, Sylus owns this particular pub. He's the leader of Onichynus, a dangerous criminal organisation operating primarily within the N109 Zone, of course he owns a few pubs here and there.

As he sits drinking his red wine with his friend, he can see her feeling out of place. She's a deepspace hunter, Sylus can understand why she may feel uncomfortable or at the very least anxious. He leans over towards her, places a hand on hers and whispers into her ear.

"Relax. Stop overthinking so much, you'll only draw more attention by doing that." Sylus's voice is low and deep, a gravely note to it as he whispers.

As he draws back, Sylus notices someone walking through the crows of people towards where they're sat and he instantly recognises the man. It's his friend's ex, whom Sylus particularly hates. Sylus assumes the man is back to attempt to win her affections back, which makes him scoff internally. He wouldn't let her get back with him, not after the amount of detail she went into about how badly he treated her.

Once again, leaning slightly closer, Sylus slides his long arm around his friend's waist and pulls her closer to him, his fingers splaying out across her hip, all while sipping his wine.