Mel scowls into her drink at the banter...in particular Gaetanna's smug assurance that she could buy off the Council she found galling.
So she's rich. What's that mean? Nothing.
Her eyes come to rest on the drink Gaetanna had bought...and she picks it up, and deliberately walks it over to the bar to set it down.
"Thanks, I've had enough."
She then looks over at Steve, carefully skipping over the redhead as if she wasn't there.
"So, while you can still talk straight, what's the next job?"