Lavinia shivered slightly, despite the warm bar. Slowly she began to calm, and she nodded hesitantly.
"I'm...fine...just..just memories, is all..." she murmered quietly, her eyes darting around the bar and out the window. She moved her plate out of the way, resting her head on her arms with quiet sigh of relief and closing her eyes, trying her hardest to calm herself.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.