“You don’t know who I am?” she murmurs.
“Not a clue,” he responds, sipping his own drink.“ He stares at her more intently now. Her hair. Her eyes. Then, suddenly seems to give up by taking another gulp.
“How long have you been here?” Nikki accepts the offering. So far he’s been the most hostile person she’s met. He crosses one leg over the other clearly pondering. His rings clink on to the mug repeatedly until an answer emerges.
“I’m not completely sure.” she wrinkles her nose. “A long time I assume.” he speaks the next bit quietly,
She wants to ask him what he means. Press him more about the subject until three knocks turn at the door, unwavering with power and purpose. “They’re here,” he says to her.
She doesn't need to question that.