"I can't think of much to talk about..." She said as she watched him drink. "...other than things you'd probably rather forget." The comment made Okita pause, his expression hardened and he gave the woman a dark glare in return for her comment. He quickly finished his third bottle and grabbed the fourth one. "Do you care to share what I can call you..?" she asked him in mid gulp. Whoever the woman was he disliked her drinking etiquette, he waited for a moment and then answered her. "Okita". 
 The 'solider' had stepped inside at that point, looking awkward silhouetted in the door way. Okita let out a sigh as the man approached and looked around the room as he and the woman 'talked'. There was a large fire in one corner warming the occupants inside the tavern and warding away the effects of the chill and rain outside. Although the tavern was not packed, there still was quite a few people who resided around the many tables and booths. The soldier had apparently left and was now returning with more drinks. "Cheers?" The woman said as she grabbed a drink and raised the glass a bit. Okita simply grumbled and took a even bigger swig of his Sake.