Codi shrugs nonchalantly as she pulls out a set of stools for them to sit at - taking her own seat first, but making sure the other one is far enough out from the bar for Mikumo to sit down without adjusting it. Polite, but authoritative.

"I don't know," the woman says with a lazy smile. "I've only been here less than a day, and never to this club. They could do anything, right?"

This is a deflection, though not one that Codi finds terribly unreasonable, and it has the added bonus of gently leaning into the bits of insecurity she thinks she senses in Mikumo's answers so far. The implication that she doesn't get out much, that their 'adventure' might be a little too much for her. Is that actual apprehension, or is it an act to match the wallflower look? Codi intends to find out.

The drink she ordered is simple and made quick. The bartender places a fresh martini glass between the two women and Codi passes them a thumbs-up. She'll handle the tab on her way out.

"Go on, try it!" she grins. "I asked them to make me a gin martini, dry, and this is what they gave me. It's definitely not a gin martini. But it's really smooth, whatever it is!"