Gabrielle flexed her agile body, which, for a full flex, for her, required an immense amount of disturbing movements, twisting and arching about like some creepy stop-motion doll made out of taffy. When the last vertebrae popped into place the illusionist stepped back toward Patricia, a gentle smile on her face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000080">"Vell... it will be a few more hours before zhe real show, 'ow vould you like to come back to my trailér? I could, ah.. tell you about ze act tonight?"</span>Her interest was obvious -- with Gabrielle, it always was. But it was also clear that she didn't need a roll in the hay right now... some companionship, was all. Though the illusionist would never admit to something like that... she rolled the coin between her fingers for a moment before returning it to her sleeve.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>