Zarna weaves her way comfortably through the crowd though working hard not to actually touch anyone she didn't strictly have to. Looking at a few of the waiters Zarna thinks that she is beginning to understand the particular style of drow beauty. They were attractive and interesting without inviting a more rowdy patron to make a grab.<br/><br/>She knocks her knuckles gently against the table three times to catch Ozidimir's attention before seating herself at the table and signaling for one of the waiters. "How goes the search?" she asks scratching between Rue's fuzzy ears which fall comically half flat as his canine face goes half slack and he begins to pant.