[This Jill is clearly different than the one Will talked to at the bar. There's definitely something colder about her. Less charming. More deadly.
At the invitation she walks inside and pauses to look around. The grotesque 'art' naturally gets her attention and she stares at it for a long moment, her expression neutral.]
no subject
At the invitation she walks inside and pauses to look around. The grotesque 'art' naturally gets her attention and she stares at it for a long moment, her expression neutral.]
No wine. I'm not here for you.
[Her icy blue eyes go from Pell to Will.]
Or you.
[She's here for the real thing.]