For the first time Myitt seems to notice that Gaz's friend Morgan is in fact a minotaur, and she grins and holds up a finger to her friends and her brother. "Hang on, I'd like to interrupt their conversation for a minute." She walks over to Gaz and Morgan, still smiling broadly.
"Hi," she says. "You're Gaz, and you're Morgan, right? I just realized I haven't really talked to either of you much, and I wanted to see if you knew how that human kid was doing. You know, the one my host donated a couple pints of blood to." She indicates the rolled up sleeve of her jacket, where the crux of her left elbow is still bandaged. "Gonna be a bit of a shiner, I guess the old veins aren't what they used to be." Since her right arm is also clearly bandaged, but for different reasons, it appears this isn't something too unusual for her.
Myitt stands there waiting for a response, momentarily distracted by her host interjecting, <Real smooth, that's how I make all my friends. By comparing bruises.>
<Oh, come on, you've seen Jaws, all the tough people like to compare their battle wounds,> Myitt says matter-of-factly.
Corliss looks over at Mar and Temrash, eyebrows raised. "So. How 'bout that sports team we all root for, then? Bit of the old Liverpool FC, eh?" He smiles. "Don't suppose you follow football."
At that point a portal opens in the bar and a humanoid man walks through, looking completely bewildered. Corliss glances idly back at him. "Beginning to get used to that," he mutters.
Myitt looks over at the man, blinking. "Hi, there. Now that's an entrance," she giggles and turns back to Morgan and Gaz, noting that the newcomer looks more confused than dangerous.