[they look at nazuna and they don't really know what they were worried about. there's immediate acceptance—hell, there's even the offer of another group to join, metaphorical or otherwise. and it swings immediately back towards appreciating the beer and pocketing the server's number, and levi is reminded all at once of who nazuna is, or at least the template of a person that, if pressed, they could map nazuna to. (they would never admit to doing it, no. but it's helped them in new situations before and it may help now, as well.)]

I don't know what I've really done except get you a beer and someone's number. [they smile, taking a drink themself and setting it back down with a little bit of the head getting on their upper lip. they reach for a napkin and wipe it off, before nazuna can do anything about it. sorry.]

But you said something about the night? You should tell me some more about that. I assume you don't just mean when the sun goes down.