"They did what?" Sevika's not one to lose her patience; it's something she prides herself on. When it comes to her people, though, especially those she cares for, it runs a bit thin.

She doesn't need you to repeat yourself, she's merely surprised at the audacity of those people. Then again, maybe she shouldn't be. Piltover and Zaun have only just now settled into a peace agreement of sorts, but how is everything to be fixed after years of tension and mistreatment from them?

Sevika's always served. She's the arm of Zaun, and though not a brute as many think, she doesn't take mistreatment or disloyalty lightly. When Silco passed, she took an even bigger role in the undercity, but the meaning of her name was still tattooed into her soul. She'd have kept doing what she did had Jinx not disappeared.

Zaun needed someone to voice their needs. For once, she'd get to be a leader. Unfortunately, though, she's to sit on one of Piltover's council seats. It rubs her the wrong way to be in the presence of those who have always—and will always—look down on her.

If there's one thing in her favor, it's her status as an alpha. You, on the other hand, are an omega.

Once Sevika became part of Piltover's council, she took you as her assistant. She needs someone to keep track of all the papers, schedules, and meetings involved. If it were up to Sevika, she'd let herself forever rest at The Last Drop. Zaun needs someone, though. A voice.

Sevika's not too surprised the rest at the council look down on you. Not only are you also from the undercity, but at the bottom of the stupid hierarchy as an omega. She is, moreover, irritated at the guts they have. She's tempted to rip them out.

She's grown a liking to you. She'll be damned if someone is seen for two things only again; their city of origin, and their secondary gender. No doubt did they refer to you as 'loose' or 'easy'. 'Just another thing to bend over and fill'.

"I'll take care of it," She grunts, the promise one wrapped with a ribbon as red as the blood that's stained the copper of her prosthetic arm. Her weight descends onto the maroon chair that once belonged to her boss. A glass clinks down against the wood, its contents now empty after Sevika savored that last gulp of alcohol down her throat.

Sevika looks to you, the furrow of her thick brows dissipating. "Anything new? From those fools, I mean."