Ianthe tried on a smile by way of answer to the Bulor woman's lascivious attentions, and brushed back her coat to sit opposite Cat in the booth.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"That sounds like it might be worth trying,"</span>she offered, pleasantly, before slipping a nervous look back toward her companion.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Okay,"</span>she muttered to him, in an undertone.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"First, why the sigh? Second, when should I expect to get, you know. Gnawed on."</span>Under the table she deliberately set the mag-locks on her holsters, by way of preventing herself from drawing her guns in a panic, while at the same time she opened her mind to the rest of the diner, sampling the surface thoughts of everyone from Cat to Sirus to the other patrons.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>