It had been another late night for the blue-haired Miqo'te. Miza had taken a peek out of her room's window and was made aware that she had slept longer than she probably should've. She drowsily made her way down the stairs out to where The Mizzenmast became The Drowning Wench. Her odd eyes caught sight of her dear partners and she quietly sauntered over to where Zhi and Flit were sitting. Miza gave the two a nod as she took her seat and tapped lightly on the bartop. "Orange juice please, I need a wake-me-up." Her voice was plagued with grogginess, but that didn't stop Miza from smiling at the conversation going on next to her.
