"I do not think that I have had a chai latte in a very long time," Mako says, her soft, polite voice heavy with her Japanese accent.

She glances up at the woman and her blue-streaked hair swings back a little against her jawline. Speaking of hair, the other woman's is beautifully done and such a pretty colour.

"I enjoy this place, it is very much like a detective novel come to life. It is very...quaint, perhaps is the word." Mako smiles a little dipping her head a little as she does so. "Is this a place you come to often?"