Upon stepping out, her gaze falls in the direction of Hinata's home. The little emotion that showed in Mizuki's eyes is now gone, neither fatigue nor relief or much of anything else. Stepping her heel against the ground a bit too loudly, she turns away, "The Union should have extra rooms for travelers, surely." So that's where she goes, anywhere but not back to Hinata.
Right next to the Headquarters of the Union is the pub Mocha mentioned earlier, filled to the brim with adventurers of the same burgundy uniform. Mizuki's eyes linger, having to muffle laughter upon seeing grown men reduced to fools under alcohol's influence. The pub must get a lot of business.
"Good evening, Ingrid. I don't think we've spoken properly before. I apologise for my previous actions," Mizuki clarifies. Ingrid stands, taking Mizuki's hand and cupping it in a handshake, reassuring her that she didn't think much of it. "Oh, aren't you with Hinata?"
