Erin jumped when the flame vanished, leaving only a thin trail of smoke wending its way upward.  She threw a wary glance at the flame-mage, debating whether to talk to him or not.  She'd probably be better off not catching anyone else's attention.  But she wasn't trying to steal anything this time, and she<i>did </i>owe her dinner companion--not that that's what he was at all--a favor or two.  Helping him not stick his foot in his mouth if he'd been on the wrong side of the fighting seemed simple enough.<br/><br/>So mustering her courage, and putting on her friendliest, not to mention innocentest, smile, she looked over at the other man.  "Didn't mean to stare, Mister.  You just kind of remind me of someone I knew from Argon.  Don't suppose you're from around there by chance, are you?"