Storm bristles when Nill leaps onto her back and let's out a sharp snarl then says through clenched teeth. "Off. Nill. Please."

Then she turns her head to face Vesta and sighs. "Hi. Fine. Tired. Bad booze."

She looks at the barkeep. No offense." 

He shrugs and goes back to cleaning the bar.

"Sorry if I'm a little... Grumpy." She looks back down at her tankard. "You wanted to talk?"

Zukar sits down with Vesta but says nothing.