"What?"  Synna was startled from the reverie to realize that one of the boys had spoken to her, the one who called himself Mickey.  Quickly she tried to recall what he'd been saying, the memory coming surprisingly easily for all that she had barely been paying attention to anything around her.  "Yes I'm Radkite.  What of it?"  She raised one eyebrow as she asked the question, finding a warmth coming unbidden to her cheeks once more as she got a good look at him and silently praising her fortunes that the voice had not returned to comment upon the fickle nature of her body's attractions.  She offered a handshake.  "Synora Kuralen, and you are?"