Millicent watched the table she had left, shifting her weight as she looks again at Jimmy. She feels a sense of urgency in needing to be present, yet does not know why. She is torn between the lad and this gathering of the gentlemen.<br/><br/>Clearing her throat, she nods to the boy, as he seems distracted himself and quite the shy one. "I know you want to hear them, too, Jimmy. Tell you what, I'll go sit with them again and you try to tiptoe to the table behind them. Later we'll talk about Kell."<br/><br/>Mill again moves to her original seat, sitting back down, hands folding in her lap. She has missed the verbage between them, and it was obvious that the quiet one has asked a question or brought something to the table, so to speak, by his expression and stare at Kell.<br/><br/>Her eyes divert between the trio, stopping at the Fallen to stare at him again. Her expression impassive and neutral, she now turns her gaze to Kell, noticing behind him that Jimmy has taken a seat behind him to get his own earfull. Millicent smiles at this, the boy is definately sharp and has some brass to him, something she adores in him already.