Loretta’s lips pulled into a sly smile, a twinkle evident in her hazel-masked eyes, as she noted his initial dazed reaction to her voice. She hadn’t missed, however, the way he has stiffened when she had neared his space, either. “<b>Captivating duo, aren’t they?</b>” she said, offering him an easy explanation for his daze as he shook his head slightly. Her eyes gazing unblinkingly around them at all the unique characters, she added, “<b>There is a lot to take in.</b>” She would never admit to what she could do, especially not when she didn’t have enough intelligence and who she was speaking with.<br/><br/><br/>The smile grew even more in amusement at his response. Obviously, he had keener senses than the average human. “<b>If I was, would you allow me to share a table with you?</b>” she asked playfully, not batting an eye at the edge in his hard stare.<br/><br/><br/>Letting a moment pass, she finally moved her steady gaze away from the peculiar stranger and stared back at the flames. “<b>I am not,</b>” she told him honestly, but she offered little else. “<b>You are a hunter.</b>” Her statement was simple, an observation of both how he was dressed and his demeanor. What she didn’t know was, “<b>A skinwalker?</b>” While she didn’t have heightened senses outside of what the human body had to offer her, she could feel his aura, a fierce and weary aura that carried his self-assured confidence.<br/><br/><br/>The arrival of their drinks drew her to turn around and thank the barkeep with a practiced smile, “<b>Thank you.</b>”