Zaida carved her claw into the counter, her ears flicked from noises around in the somewhat quite bar and her foot tapped against the floor. Hidden in her armor she gave a sigh from her nose which a black smoke escaped as if she was smoking. Her head turned around fully, her neck cracking before she faced the window where red was once standing. "Where are you..." She mumbled before turning to the bartender. "red wine, now" she said in a cold tone.