Jolie only really knows Jason vaguely, even if they've worked in this tower before. She's been in Eight as long as she's been here, from her very first day as an assistant Stylist. District staff mingled amongst each other, but Jolie had never found strong interest in Jason beyond a few cold conversations if that.

She's still finding it hard to break out of old habits where Avoxes are concerned, but after a few familiar faces made their way into the droves of silent slaves she had learned to be sympathetic. The altercation is unsettling for a number of reasons, but primarily Jolie is looking to keep Oceana's evening lighthearted and fun for her sake. She crosses toward the two of them, plucking the drink out of a hand before it gets thrown.

"Don't mind if I do." She smirks, turning to shoo the Avox with her free hand. "Go, go. Water." It's stern, but certainly not as venomous as his approach. "Thirsty, Compson?" Now she'll try a sincere smile, trying to be friendly.