She mouthed an 'ah' and nodded to affirm that she understood. Or at least understood as much as she wanted to. "Did he now? Someone oughtta remind that man what I am and what I ain't hired to do. I ain't hired to hand out massages that's fer sure!" She was still smiling warmly, though, and before Zoey had too much chance to feel rejected she was turning to her old, larger colleague.<br/><br/>"You're alright down here for half 'n hour or so? Gotta fill *mistah* Quentin in, and give this poor girl - I didn't catch your name, honey? - a bit of a relaxing rub." The other woman nodded enthusiastically, both eager to help... And neither particularly busy in the sleepy shop.<br/><br/>"Lovely, lovely... Alright, lead the way!" She let herself out from behind the counter and strode her way to the door. She had a keen, considered way of carrying herself that stood at odds with her rather rambling way of talking. "We'll stop off at the storeroom for what I need. I take it he told you where you were going? It really would be much easier to do this with a table to lay you on... "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>