(Mindfang is drawn to him immediately; he stands out, one of the only people in the crowd who looks as different as she does. He even has horns, fuck yes, how can she miss them so much after so little time - well, not horns precisely, they're not orange, and they're twitching, flexible instead of rigid. She's appreciative anyway.)

Having a bad day?

(She offers a bottle of some kind of firey liquer with her mechanical hand.)

No promises it'll affect you, but it seems to work on me, and I'm certainly not what it was brewed for either, so I imagine you have decent odds.

(Her anatomy info is over here!)