6-330: Administration Bureau Private Suite #3
Aston seems to be winging it.
The sense seemed to be that Namasia wanted them to stay, or at least, thought that they would.
Aston gives Winta a set of raised eyebrows and finishes his drink, visibly debates for a moment then pours himself another small one that he nurses.
I’m guessing Winta has not yet finished hers so he won’t offer a refill.
Presently Namasia returns, tops up his drink and sits again.
Does Winta want to do anything in the interim?
She’s only taken a couple of sips, so no need for a refill.
She will lay a hand on Aston’s arm.
“Okay?”
Her voice is low.