She watches him take the drink, laughing softly when he tried to smile as he only managed a terribly awkward expression. Even if he was somewhat stiff, at least he had some form of manners. 

He didn't seem to enjoy the drink nearly as much as she would, quickly returned to his smoke and handing the bottle back. But that didn't bother her, everyone had their own preferences, just as long as they didn't tell her what to do herself. Flickering lights had caught her eye, the woman turning to see the man performing a small flame trick with the smoke while asking her the question of her name.

She grinned, showing appreciation to his style, speaking under her breathe, "...So you're also a fire user."

His last comment made her smirk, "Drinking on the job?" she scoffed, "Here, I make the rules of conduct. 

She looks at him with a playful sternness before quickly extending a hand to the man, her slim, pale fingers lined with callous, "Welcome aboard, I'm the leader of this little group of rejects. When you're dead long enough and constantly surrounded by fucking demons that want nothing more than to see you ripped limb from limb, you can't help but end up a little screwed up." she suddenly began to laugh, lifting the bottle to her lips and finishing the rest off, "Plus, without a little bit of this, I wouldn't have enough energy to pick myself up in the morning." 

"The name's Anelle, I think yours is Constantine, right?" she finally answered looking back at him with one eye, the deep red iris glowing slightly, like a dying ember. 

"You're actually pretty well known around these parts." Anelle muttered, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the chair's cushioned top railing, "You've caused quite the commotion when you were found. Not a lot of people are half-breeds and manage to keep that dark side of them in place. I would know, I've put a couple down a few times."