Fiona moved in a little closer to hear the discussion going on. Normally she was not one to even consider working in a group, but the number of predators in the room sporting full bellies seemed to imply that she might get a good chance of finding some prey of her own should she join them.<br/><br/>However, she also thought about the advantages of the local guard seeming to be so distracted. There was a chance that any crimes she'd commit they either wouldn't have time to look into or would pin on the other occurrences going on.<br/><br/>It was at about that point in Fiona's thought process that her stomach interrupted with a low rumble, reminding her that she hadn't had any real prey in over a week and any food at all since lunch. Knowing that she couldn't make any meaningful decisions on an empty stomach, she decided to give up begging for food and make some with the magical spoon she kept handy. She found a waiter and asked him for a bowl, making sure she stayed within earshot of the conversation going on.