Tess' own look is wary as she looks back at the redhead, eyes narrowing more at what the woman's sitting in and not directly at her. There's very little hostility to be had here as that's not why she's here or why she'd been drawn over.

Her eyes lower to the gun and then dart over to the bloodied corner, then back to the other woman. Well, that's certainly interesting to see. It's almost like a reminder of the small massacre at the cornucopia from earlier. "Easy," Tess responds, holding her hands up, skate still held onto. "I'm not here to kill you, or try to," she adds.

"I'm only here because of that." A gesture with her chin nodding to the chair Molotov's currently relaxing in. "The noise brought me over."

Tess then nods to the empty chair next to her, taking a step towards it. Not Molotov. "You mind?"

Since there's more than one chair, she could share. Besides, Tess also has gin. She can have a few sips of it without Joel's giving her disapproving glares.