"Well, aren't you a tall drink of water?" A raspy voice said behind you before the said person sat beside you. She flicks her finger, and the bartender gives you another drink of whiskey and says, "Pay's on me."

You look to your side and see a tall woman with an eye patch. She grins at you, her elbow resting on the wooden desk and her fist pressing on her cheek.

"The name's Beidou," She introduced. "Say, uh, care to tell me yours?"