Did You Get A Haircut? [Liltotto/Natasha]

Liltotto only gave the woman a concerned look as she explained her habit away as simple fun and being able to stop whenever she wished. If alcohol had any effect on her, she certainly would've indulged, until she point where she realized it wasn't making anything better. She had time, Natasha didn't.

Yeah.. They all think they can stop whenever, Her gaze lowered for a moment as she would place the cup down, sighing. She couldn't convince Natasha out of a bad habit even if she wanted to, it wasn't her place to get tangled up in such a matter, was it?

"So how has field work been treating you?" She'd gently wave a hand, trying to leave the previous topic behind, "Mine's been pretty uneventful apart from some rowdy hollow or demon encounters. But yknow, pretty easy to take care of... Same time, I kind of.. Weirdly feel like maybe it's not cut out for me? Dunno."

A part of Natasha felt somewhat guilty about lying to Liltotto's face but this was for the best, right? Merely enjoying a meal and sharing company with a fellow peer was enough for the southern woman, why drag her into any of her mess? Content that the conversation had shifted towards a different topic, Natasha would lean back in her chair as she chewed on one of the pieces of chicken.

Field-work, huh? The blue-eyed sharpshooter couldn't offer much in the way of answer outside of the standard-grade or basic stuff, though the last part of the woman's statement had certainly piqued her curiosity. Not cut out for her? Well, Natasha hadn't seen the scope of her abilities. She assumed there was a reason why she was a Sternritter and so she had no reason to question her role. Perhaps, she'd inquire nonetheless. Couldn't hurt.

"I'm more or less' in the same boat, lil'. Pretty standard-grade stuff, I reckon'. What makes ya feel like it's not cut out for ya, honey? Aimin' to switch teams already?"