<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/36/Lynthia_Vedat.jpg/417px-Lynthia_Vedat.jpg)</div><br/>The office of Baszo was an interesting place one would suppose although very little in it kept Lynthia's attention for long although her lips would twitch with the start of a wild and wide grin whenever her wandering gaze met the appraising stares of the man's bravos. Her twitching tail brushes against Elise at times as she's planted herself before the greenhaired one for surely her five foot two, five foot five if you count her wonderful twitching ears would keep the attention away from the silly little liar. The men's button up shirt was dirty and ragged, enough buttons missing that the exposed expanse of pale cleavage would serve as a decent distraction for the eyes if the toned muscles revealed by the missing sleeve didn't deter any wandering gazes.<br/><br/>Still should her presence not warn or distract folks enough from eyeing Elise she'd let her fingers tap upon the handle of the fine billyclub quite obviously taken from a bluecoat. The shift of a heel and the scrape of metal upon the floor might draw attention down past the worn pants clinging tightly to her legs to the thick leather of her metal-shod boots.<br/><br/>Sadly for Elise her attention is finally fully attracted, not by Bazso's question to the group but by the decanter of whiskey used to fill the man's tumbler. She leans forwards onto her toes as her eyes follow the bravo's path back to a shelf, ears starting to twitch and her tail's swaying growing jerky as her gaze darts to Baszo and his various bravos with a more considering look to her eyes. The other's can answer the man's question as she's just there as a bit of force if things go south, although surely the rest of the crew wouldn't mind if things finished a tad... early. After all she might even share the man's selection of drinks. Maybe.