-Pynki comes stalking back into the 'hold, stomping with her heavy boots. Behind the bar, she grabs a red bull and swigs it before looking around the room. Focuses on Zara in the corner, and moves over to slump into a chair, narrow-eyed and glaring suspiciously at anyone else who makes eye contact.- "Hey." -She rasps- "So I hear there is a "best friend" slot open now."