Saturday is similarly letting her hat dangle in her free hand, twisting the string idly around her fingers. Mostly because she needs something to toy with; the things with the cigarettes is as much about having a prop as an actual nicotine addiction. In another world she might have occupied herself cleaning the spilled cider and getting new drinks, but fuck Jorg and their shitty soft drinks, too.

"Eldar." She turns the word over in her mind as she says it, making sure she has it right. "Yeah, I don't think we have anything like that. The immortals are just shady assholes, and - well, okay, the Great Dragons have gone 'my turf, fuck off' a couple times, but usually with cause. Pops says the oceans were almost dead zones before the Sea Dragon kicked out everyone who wouldn't play by her rules, an' South America's full of Aztechnology so you can't really blame the feathered serpents for being pissed."

It occurs to her that she should explain somewhat.

"Uh, Aztechnology is a corp, like Jorg, but actually worse. They've made blood magic legal in their home country - and not just the kind of okay sort where the mage uses their own blood, the kind where you use other people's. Which I guess is one way to cull deadweight, but damn." She shakes her head. "Bastards."