Gabrielle paused at the whisper in her ear, biting her lip but then frowning.<span style="color: #000080">I 'ave no idea vhat you are saying, cherie... but I understand you are... not, une attendànte, oui?"</span>The magician was bad enough at simple, legible english. Let alone whatever Patricia spoke. It was a bit frustrating but it didn't make the "dancer" any less irresistable.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000080">"I vonder is zhere is any coffee left...?"</span>She asked suddenly. It may be time to let her go for the moment, anyway... Patricia was always around... and maybe after enough advances, the Spirit of the Orient might come around to her way of thinking. She disentangled her arm from around the other girl's shoulders and, after a quick swat on the rear and an "au revoir", she turned back to the food wagon to see if there was any more coffee.<br/><br/>Her eyes laid on the awkward, non-verbal exchange between Pearl and the Spider-Girl, and she crossed her legs as she observed the pair.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>