Bars. Alcohol. Mach never liked it that much, but she went to a specific one every now and then. The food there was better than any alcohol she’d ever want.

As she sat in a booth by herself, keeping her massive hammer handy and eating her delicious salad, she couldn’t help but look around at everybody else enjoying their time.

She also couldn’t help but wonder why a bar would serve salad. But, she’s not one to complain. She loved her salad.

Mach then noticed something a little…off-putting.

Somebody making somebody else uncomfortable. That uncomfortable person just so happened to be you, by the way. But she doesn’t know you. She doesn’t really care.

But this? It just…feels wrong.

Mach stood up and sauntered over.

What’s happening here.

Her glowing red eyes glared at the bothersome person.