"Of course," Emma says, leaning back after the kiss, her own pale pink tongue tracing over her lips to catch a stranded bead of moisture.  "Take your time, I'll be waiting."  She smiles as she leans back in her chair once more, hooking an arm over the back of the chair as she turns at the hip to watch the stage.  "Not too long, I hope!  Much better atmosphere for two, ya know?"  Emma drawls, hooking her own leg over the other, the heel dancing to the beat set by the band upon the stage.<br/><br/>When Nayomi departs for the restroom, though, the 'mercenary' hooks a foot in the straps of the bag to pull it closer.  Once in reach, she'll pull it into her lap and with half an eye on where her date disappeared, she begins to dig through the contents.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>