Ianthe stiffened minutely at the telepathic warning -- but smoothed her coat back down as she met the Camarian bartender's gaze, and gave her a measured nod while replying inwardly:<span style="color: mediumturquoise"><i>I figured as much. But thank you. The security -- psi-shielded, or androids?</i></span>She let her attention linger on the other woman for another moment or two, to watch for any sign that she was the source of the warning, before moving towards the stairs at the rear of the club as the doorman had instructed. Refocusing, she hurried up the stairs while gradually expanding her mental perception, reaching out to locate this Master Giantprick ahead of her arrival.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>