She looks at him. Giggling a bit.<span style="font-style: italic">"City of mystery...that has a nice ring to it." says a female voice withing her mind</span>She growls mentally.<span style="font-weight: bold">Shut up!</span><span style="font-style: italic">The voice replies. "Why so edgy? Your with a good looking young man. Don't be so on edge."</span><span style="font-weight: bold">SHUT UP!</span>The voice finally fell silent. She looks at him. She smiles a bit at him. "I get that alot. And you look closer to twenty but I wouldn't have known you were twenty." she says softly.<br/><br/>Looking at him. She looks at him and then at the menu. With all the various spirits of various languages inside her mind...the letters blurred every so often. Her mind trying to translate the languages they spoke from the English upon the menu. She bites her lip. And focuses hard upon the letters and they stop swirling. She gets  a chill. "Brr...do you feel a bit cold?" she asks. Trying to avoid realizing what she already dreadingly suspected it was....was a fact not a fear.