Agatha felt kind of confused about what exactly Pearl had said. It was strange, and although she thought that she understood at least a part of what was said, Agatha still felt uncomfortable. "<span style="color: purple">Erm... yes. I suppose so.</span>" She then finished her meal and sucked down the remainder of her malt.<br/><br/>Once she'd finished, Agatha left her table and neared the one where everyone else was gathered, close enough to hold a conversation but far enough away that the smoke wouldn't make her dizzy, and watched, for the time being. Zamie's rude, albeit entertaining entrance to the scene and subsequent munching on a sandwich that actually looked quite good, although she had no room left to order one, made Agatha smile faintly. She stood behind Izzy, and waved at everyone, giving a soft "<span style="color: purple">Hello...</span>" as she watched everyone else otherwise silently.<br/><br/>Angelo made a mock pout at Arturo, putting a hand to his chest. "<span style="color: red">Oh, you wound me,</span>" he said in a fake, sorrowful tone, before turning in the direction of the gunshot. It seemed their dwarf friend had woke up in a cranky mood, but it also was apparent that she was more than able to get over it when she had a sandwich in her hands. Angelo briefly raised his now half-finished mug of coffee up to her and said, "<span style="color: red">Ah, Zamie! Good morning to you. Awfully hungry we are, eh? Quite a meal you have there.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>