She raises a single brow, smirk on her lips as she looks at him, as if she says you couldn’t beat me even if you tried. She nods instead, biting the inside of her cheek. “We should try that sometime, then. See if you’re a worthy opponent or just ordinary.” Anna squints as she watches him take a swig straight from the bottle, looking at the glasses sitting untouched on the table. She takes one, looking at it intently and turning it on her hand. “I see that this is worthless.” She says, before throwing it on the ground. It’s expensive, she knows that well enough, and it brings a certain satisfaction to see it shatter on the ground, its pieces going everywhere. “Oops.” Anna takes the bottle, taking two large swigs from it before putting it down again. It’s strong, but she’s had stronger before, and the liquid doesn’t burn as much as it once did. Still, it eases her body in a way that few things do  (they don’t let her drink as much here).  “Oh, please. There’s only one mysterious thing about you and that is why you talk to me at all. See, everyone is after something. Thomas and Phillip want their long lost family member, Dimitri wants to feel less guilty, and Charl—Melody wants to make sure I don’t slice my throat and everyone else’s. But you. I haven’t figured out why you’re here. Yet.” She taps her fingers on the table, a slight smirk (or is it a smile?) on her lips as she hears his words. “I don’t drink on the job. But that doesn’t mean I don’t steal on it, and drink afterwards. There are long hours between Mexico and Russia, you see.”