If there was one thing that always caught Gabrielle's eye, it was Slinky. Patricia was, honestly, gorgeous, and so exotic to boot. She found her empty cup and a few breakfast scraps leftover on her table as she slithered over to the "dancer", twirling her own half-smoked cigarette between her fingers and then touching it to the tip of Patricia's own fag, lighting it after a short moment.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000080">"You... seem to have been 'aving some fun, oui?"</span>she inquired, her voice dropping to a more sultry pitch, similar to what Cammy had used on Enzo, though this was genuine -- deeply so. One arm draped comfortably around the oriental's shoulder as she slipped her own cigarette back into her mouth, taking a puff. She preferred cloves, but tobacco did just fine in a pinch.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>