A quiet evening, much to the daredevil's dismay. Samira sighed loudly as she leaned back in her chair, propping her feet up on the table in front of her. Ugh, this is so boring, she grumbled, twirling one of her pistols around her finger absentmindedly. She thought tonight would've been the best moment for a bar fight. Unfortunately, her last trip earned her a bit of a reputation. Ergo... They were all keeping a clean nose and avoiding her gaze.

It truly was the worst-case scenario. The bounty board was empty after her last visit, Indari is still keeping tabs on a few sources, and the sole source of possible 'entertainment' faded away like an elusive oasis.

She glanced over at you, who was sitting quietly at the other end of the table. Seeing the unease from you, Samira grinned.

Oh, don't worry sweetcheeks, Samira aimed the pistol towards the ceiling and clicked the trigger with a dull snap, proving it wasn't loaded. Wouldn't want to put a hole in that pretty face of yours now, would I?