Several moments later another woman came from the back of the restaurant. Her expression managed to look at once both annoyed and worried. She came straight to Jane's table. "Hello, there, Miss. My name's Grace and I'm the owner of this café. Macy, my waitress, says you..." Grace glanced at the other patrons before leaning in closer and lowering her voice. "Macy says you spoke in her head or somethin'. Scared her somethin' fierce. I'd not bother you, but Macy's usually real level-headed." She stepped back, her voice returning to a normal volume. "If there's nothing to it, though, your breakfast's on the house."<br/><br/>:<i>That's why she screamed?</i>: Jane replied with her mind before thinking. Why would someone be scared of that?<br/><br/>But Grace's suddenly shocked expression brought Jane's thoughts to a grinding halt. "I-I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean... That is, I..." Jane stammered aloud. Perhaps it hadn't been a good idea to come searching for sweet bread.<br/><br/>"I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, Miss." Grace's voice was now actually louder than the low murmur in the café warranted.<br/><br/>Jane's blue eyes widened to their fullest. Not only was the café now silent, but several of the patrons looked like they were about to get up.<br/><br/>"Something wrong, Grace?" A matronly lady sitting at the counter next to her spouse asked. "We can spot her, if the girl can't pay."