Hasibe doesn't say anything for a second (for an extrovert she is given to periodic silences, though nothing too weighty in this moment), and then tilts her head to the side, the ghost of a shrug in her narrow shoulders. Why not. She wants a night full of distractions; maybe this will be one in a series.

"Since I'm hiding out in your venue, it seems only fair." Admittedly, this will depend on the favor, but she's flexible and sometimes all too easily talked into things she shouldn't do. It's not a great quality to have when you've got a brain that can liquify cities, at least when unencumbered by its current psychic bindings.

"Shoot."