Sitting at the table with Billy, Integra, and the loyal guards, Kenzi felt a heaviness form in the pit of her stomach. Something about the way the night was coming together felt off, and it made Kenzi extremely uneasy. She took a slice of cheese and nibbled bites now and then, but her mind was too busy to care about food at the moment. She glanced at Weston. Just how loyal was he? 

Integra seemed to relax a bit more as she took another drag from her Cigar, aiming the smoke towards the window before finding an ashtray to tap out her ashes into. She liked Billy's apartment, it was nice, and she surely didn't want to be the one who messed it up with ashes from a Cigar. Her baby blue eyes glanced between Kenzi and Billy Mastrosimone as he got up and walked towards his icebox, being here with these two, even with circumstances as they were, she felt she could indeed call these people her family. Kenzi was definitely like a younger sister to her, one that Integra never got to experience until she'd met the sweet woman, and god help who ever tried to fuck with Kenzi.

Billy was one of those people that Integra happened to meet by chance encounter. She hadn't been in the spot of her life, hell even now she wasn't at her optimal best, but she was doing the best she could for these people. She figured there was a reason she'd gotten into this position with these people and she would do whatever was needed to keep this impromptu family together.

Seeing water getting poured into glasses for them, Integra couldn't help  but chuckle at it slightly. "Probably a good idea to walk out into the streets sober... and not drunk off this fine whiskey... we'll have to have a chat about where you found this... probably the best I've tasted so far." She grinned softly as the thought of how Billy must be hiding all the good shit in his house instead of having kept some in the warehouse. Thank god for that...

She called picked called her own Body guard in, knowing one of her other ones were posted down in a spot that could stop someone from coming in. "Aaron, I know Jason's downstairs, why don't you grab a quick bite to eat as well..."

She gratefully slid him a cup of water, pouring water into the glass she had drank the whiskey from, "Always looking out for us Billy, you know one of these days we will return the favor, i'll never cook though... last time I attempted that it didn't go great... so i just get takeout... found some nice hidden spots."

She relaxed as she ate the small meal with this sort of mixed family they had, for once... even in this small brief moment in what felt like the calm before the storm, it was a piece of normality for the group, and boy was it nice while it lasted.