Tara looked up at Mal's voice.<br/>"You fool, someone was here looking for you and my asshole radar went off. What if they come back in?" Tara pulled him through the lobby into the back room where no windows would reveal the inhabitants.<br/><br/>Before he could speak she asked, not unkindly but seriously and all business.<br/>"How can I help you?" she asked, keeping an eye on Bronwyn in the other room." Are you well? Do I need to call a doctor or a conjure woman or some one who has experience with healing?"<br/><br/>Before he could answer, (Mal seemed to be having difficulty forming his thoughts, Tara thought). the phone rang. She held up one finger as in directing him to wait a minute.<br/>"Ursaline Guest House. How may I help you?"<br/><br/>Tara listened and frowned.<br/>"Yes, sir. They said all was well and that they were pleased with the room." she nodded and then hung up.<br/><br/>"We were just leaving," Tara explained to Mal. "Perhaps you would like to join us? We are going back to my apartment where it is more private. No concern with anyone eavesdropping or being seen."<br/><br/>Bronwyn stepped in the room,<br/>"Are ye ready to go?" she asked Tara.