Sheya smiled at the woman as she looked up at her "One please." She said freeing her index finger from the web it was tangled in, then casually replacing it where it was resting before.<br/>She had taken a look around and scoped her surroundings, less than thoroughly but well enough for now. Sheya relaxed her arms and slid them down to sit her forearms on the surface of the table, fingers still crossed, a content smirk plastered on her face.