"Then I sure feel sorry for your kids if you ever knock someone up." She leans forward, eyes glancing back towards the men still playing pool. She had felt their eyes on her every now and then, probably trying to wrap their heads around whether or not her skin colour was legit or not.

Or maybe because they were wondering about the freak in the dress. The waitress from before snakes her way skillfully through the hair group, and slides the beers to both Shego and Anders and leaves without so much as a hello. She's probably still offended by the brothel comment.

She takes her glass immediately. "But hey, being a wizard must be good for something, boring name or not."