Kat debated her options as she looked down at the proffered drink. On the one hand, screw him. On the other, she was gonna have to deal with him one way or another, and praying he got killed fairly early into the expedition wasn't the most reliable way to get things done. Rolling her eyes, she tossed her bag back onto the table and dropped into the seat she'd recently vacated, kicking her feet up onto an adjacent chair. She took the mug from his hand and took a long swig.

Gods, beer was disgusting, but at least it made the world less annoying. 

Placing the mug back onto the table, she gave beggar boy a long look. "Kat," she finally said. "And if I look like a black, maimed monk, it's more interesting than whatever you're supposed to be," she commented, the corner of her mouth twitching up into a smirk. She still hated his guts, but she could play nice if need be. "At least I have stories to tell that don't revolve around how difficult last season's harvest was or the wolf that managed to get into the chickens."