"Good," Chiana is still smiling, dark eyes glinting. She glances back at the table where her mark sits, and since he is looking at her, and her glass is almost empty, she tilts her head in invitation.

Then she looks back at Milady. "Time to get a refill. Track me down if you ever want to discover Las Vegas." She smiles at her again, and turns to walk a little way down the bar, refocusing her attention of the evening's mark and standing right in his personal space, flirting and promising him things she probably isn't going to give him.