Ross was, for lack of a better word, perplexed.  Here was a beautiful woman, far to beautiful to be looking for guys in a tavern, and she had walked straight to the table.  She was acting very seductive, and to a bunch of strangers.  Mainly Davis, who looked like he was trying not to drool.  That was very unlike him, Ross noted.  He noticed how her eyes never left his, which was odd based on what he had noticed about him earlier.  As sensual as she was being, something about her was..unnerving to him.<br/><br/>Davis seemed to think other wise.  His eyes were locked on hers, as though he couldn't move them if he tried.  They also seemed distant, like he was out of focus.  Davis shook his head rapidly and gestured to the chair, "No not at all, take a seat.  Im Davis McHenry, and this is my friend Ross."  Ross nodded silently and took a sip from his mug, trying to avoid eye contact with her for some reason.  It was almost as though a gut feeling was telling him something was off about her.