"Mmmmmm?" Lucille's gaze flitted to the new arrival, his tall, tanned frame casting a momentary shadow across the table; With a soft scrape of wood on wood, he gestured to the empty seat, his intention obvious- Despite herself, she couldn't help but think how much he looked like a sailor, or a pirate from one of those woodcut novels...<br/><br/>The faintest point of color rose in her cheeks, as she realised she'd been staring. "Oh," the girl answered, "Oh, not at all. Please, sit." She smiled, briefly, almost shyly- A gesture oddly belied by the discreet shuffle of her hastily-wrapped shield. Something; A faint memory, of her schola lectures- clicked, at the wave-and-teardrop amulet hanging on a chain...<em>Oceanus</em>, wasn't it? And the beads of an ordained priest- So he *was* what he said.<br/><br/>A trifle hesitantly, with an awkward grace, Lucille slid back from the table, making space- Though a casual observer would've noticed the smooth, almost sublimal way she shuffled her equipment, always within her reach. "Charmed to make your aquaintance," she added, a heartbeat later...Then, curiously, "My guess is, you're not a local either, are you?"