Listening to Ashfield made Natalie smirk for a second, she had of course seen the pictures, however it was not in her mind to comment on them. She pointed at the bottle on the table, notifying Ashfield it was his turn now. Natalie also made it clear that a 'no' was not acceptable.
"Well, I just hate it when those degenerated punks, also known as Outcasts, want to shoot me, they always try it over and over again. God, I hate them so much and I'm sure that I'm not the only one."
She leaned back and tried to calm down a bit and looked around in the bar. "I swear, Lewis again, sooner or later I'll end up beating him up with a stool." She imagined this scenario and it made her smirk again. "Would definately bring some life into this bar."