"I can imagine," Jill agreed. Whatever the insanity that came with her career choice, she wouldn't doubt every other one out there. She'd seen enough of the spectrum in her years to know that bars, taverns, and any source of alcohol could and would attract all types. It probably took someone like Tifa to handle it.

"Amen to that," she added, briefly raising her drink in a toast. "And here's hoping no forces of Chaos find their way into your bar as some kind of ironic joke." Just in case, she rapped her knuckles briefly against the wooden bar with another smile. "Then again, as calm as it usually is here... maybe this is more of a break room than a crossroads. A little reward for our efforts everywhere else."

It was a nice thought, anyway. No one in charge that they knew of, just some odd little in-between place that, while uneventful, was arguably safe because of that very reason... with the exception of the types of people who could show up alongside them. Jill had had enough run-ins with Wesker and Sync, to name a couple, to get the idea that nowhere was really, absolutely safe anymore. Nothing short of finding her way home, anyway, and that obviously had its own dangers. Dangers, at least, that she knew how to handle.