Though Nesea did not know the neko girl very well, beyond a vague idea of her... profession, she seemed happy enough to have a partner to converse with-- People often avoided a woman like herself. The consequences of having the lower body of a serpent, she supposed. “Well, at least the day finds you well.” Her 's' again rolls sweetly, the flicker of her glossy black forked tongue peeking out occasionally from between her lips as she spoke.  The statement that followed the modest answer made the lamia woman pull back for a second, the fingers around the ceramic mug in her hand tightening their grip ever so slightly. Curiously, her own eyes swept the room and when that wasn't enough the low scrape of her tough scales against the floor could be heard as she adjusted her height and rose up on her lower half to get something close to a bird's eye view of the dining area. Just like Debbie her own slitted blues lingered on the young blindfolded man, his very appearance making the dancer's painted lips curl downward into a slight frown. “ I suppose you are right.” She said absently, eyes still roaming the now packed dining hall.  Just as she was about to settle back down she spotted a familiar looking face in the crowd. A smile again tugged at the corner's of her lips, slowly reversing the frown they had settled into once she recognized a fairy she was very familiar of. Silently she waved the half-awake Sidhe over, grinning at the woman before settling back down and turning her attention toward her new friend once more.<br/><br/>Just as she was about to form her answer to woman's own question, she noticed that another face had yet joined them. This was a face she did not know. Her blonde brows knitted together for a moment as she considered the girl's youthful features and eventually the lamia leaned in across the table, still carefully cradling the mug against her bountiful bosom and savoring its warmth. “Who is this?” Her tongue flicked past her lips again as she glanced over toward the feline woman. “ I've seen you at the edges of my shows before but this one, she looks new!” There was a reason that Nesea was known as a sort of mother-hen around the shelter and it certainly was not because she was shy around new faces. More often than not the serpentine transhuman was the first one to throw herself into a crowd of newcomers and welcome them with little shame. “Mrm... she is pretty.” That was an obvious observation, the girl was still steeped in the freshness of youth. Of course, it didn't take long for her eyes to spot the subtle differences too. The newcomer's features reminded her of a certain fairy, if only vaguely so. “Well, I am Nesea.” Her gaze is turned toward Debbie expectantly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>