The noise she makes at that is somewhere between a growl, a grunt, and something that's not so easily categorised. She sets her drink down a little too hard and... pushes it Erin's way. She isn't going to drink it. She never was.

"It already is," says the woman who's fate has been entangled with an entity no one can ever truly comprehend since she was eleven years old. Her choices are her own, but her fate hasn't been for a long time, has it.

She pushes up from her seat. "Keep up your end of the deal. Alright?"