Cringing at the mere sound of Sake, the girl responded in a light-hearted manner.She smiles. Not the cheerful and over-welcoming Consuella's smile, but Isabella's private and affectionate smile that only a small few ever knew, even if her face was that of Consuella. A lot would remain unsaid, as both kunoichi were, for all effects and purposes, undercover, but there's still a great deal to do under the pretenses of a stranger costumer and an even stranger tavern owner.
Ah, don't mind if I join you then
She said, after hearing her student saying she had no mission, right before her eyes darted someplace else. Years of possessing the sharingan had left their mark, let alone the fact that she was, in fact, her close student. Interesting, she thought, as she picked up an unmarked bottle of sake and two wooden cups.
Sake? Or is there something else you'd like
She said, placing both cups on the counter and picking up the bottle in her hands, while glancing over to towards the woman's target, and back to her.
"Sake? You always were one of bitter taste, weren't you..."
She stops mid-sentence ad adopts a rather thoughtful expression as she leans forwards, resting her elbows on the bar. Looking her sensei up and down she returns gaze to the womans eyes before addressing her once more.
"What is it you go by now? I assume that this face you wear comes with some intricately weaved web of lies? The backstory of all backstories."
She wanted to continue, but the conversation behind her had caught her attention, and so she turned her head.
"Mizukage? Believe me, no Mizukage rests here. I'd be happy to show you to her side though, if you'd do something for me in return."