While the three conversed, a young woman made her way over to them and Natalie sighed at their bad luck. Perhaps because she had encountered too many people in her life, she could tell at a glance if someone had ill intentions and the jovial-looking purple haired woman before them was definitely up to no good. She walked to the man in front of Natalie to clinch glasses. "You are Jupiter, aren't you?"
Just like Natalie, Devonte had had his fair share of cunning backstabbers, so he knew from a single glance that this was no fan of his. He neither nodded nor shook his head, neither being enthusiastic nor giving the woman anything against him. "Any comments, miss?"
