Zaviira turned her head in the direction of the voice, then down. A smile adorned her features as she lifted an hand from her lap, returning the wave.<br/><br/><i>"You are most welcome to join me."</i>She said, not inquiring on the name. Well understanding why one may prefer to keep it's identity to personal initiative.<br/><br/>Her gestures and tone were relaxed. Her shyness only betrayed by her eagerness to answer the question all the while accepting the request. This was her first time at the Bobbing Head after all, and her mentors would make her pay if she would ever be discovered. For traditional Draenei such as them would not take it kindly. Yet she pressed on, her heart racing as the thought only motivated her further into staying. The thrill of transgression? The need to find her true self? Exploring her repressed sexuality? She couldn't tell.<br/><br/>She dismissed her worries while welcoming the gnomette with a kind smile.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>