Vaydra nodded sightly to his note about how to claim the top. Each tribe had their notions and beliefs about how goals were to be achieved, or there would not have been so many of them. He was right though. At times one way was the best way and that was that. Trouble was, getting others to back you. That took....charisma as much as force.
Meg had offered him a small smile and an amused chuckle as she departed, obviously indicating she was somewhat used to that line. Not rude, just assuming he wasn't really going to do it. Most did not.
Vaydra blinked as Devon called her out of mocking his advances toward the waitress. "What look?" She smirked, shaking her head slightly. "A warm place to sleep and a warm body to keep you from it. How very.....male."
She did pick up on the subtle fact he'd tossed her way though. He was looking for a place to rest, meaning he didn't have one most likely. No hotel or motel. A bit strange, but then again she didn't exactly know why he was here, or if he was trying to keep it a secret. The pub might have just been a slip up on some sort of stealth endeavor. Vaydra brushed her hair back off her shoulder, listening as he talked about himself. Ohio. Someplace towards the middle of the north, if she remembered geography right.
"Gnawers are pretty well known for that sort of thing everywhere. There's a good group of them around here, not a large one but this is a somewhat small city. I do a fair bit of work with them, as they take to city dwelling about as well as my own tribe. Likely better."
There was a junk parts shop downtown run by a couple of them. No better place to find parts you needed for a quick fix to just about anything. She was a bit surprised they hadn't seen or heard anything that warranted a phone call or message. Devon had not been here long, perhaps, but it was still a bit concerning. "As to your family," She chuckled knowingly. "I'd have liked to see the look on a bunch of New Yorkers' faces as they suddenly decided to have many other places to be all at once. A good idea of course. Things are not too crowded here, by comparison. I'm surprised you didn't find your way to Edinburg, or London, though they might be other stops?"
She was digging lightly, but didn't honestly care. He was a stranger and would know locals would be curious to his movements. If she was the welcoming committee tonight, why not? A movement caught her eye and Meg moved to the table again to drop off their drinks. A frosty glass and cold beer were placed before her, cap removed. Meg put a second class before Devon and poured ice water from a pitcher into it. Then, without being asked, she left the pitcher there, shooting the young man a smile before moving off to wait on other tables. Perhaps she fancied him, or was trolling for a tip, but at least she was brief. Vaydra was planning on paying, and was a little unimpressed with it. She tipped the glass to a slight angle and poured her beer. The porter bottle was big, and she'd likely get two full glasses out of it. Suited her just fine, as that was her limit anyhow.