Musashi shoots a sidelong glance at Lucy, hears the wistfulness in her voice. There's definitely something going on behind those eyes of hers. Regrets, maybe? Hope? Fear? All three? Or something else? Not Musashi's place to ask though. So she just raises her hand, since they don't have glasses to drink from yet, and shoots her a thumbs up. "Exactamundo!" Employing another bit of colourful slang she picked up on her journeys.

She turns around to face the bar, jostling a bit with the green-skinned ivy woman. "Mostly sake, but I like where your mind's at." She agrees, scanning the cocktail menu. "Ah, yeah! I'll make mine a Piña Colada; the tackier the better, and don't skimp on that Verve!" Sake and fruity cocktails; Musashi contains multitudes.