"I cannae believe ye said that." Ailis says, shaking her head. "That'd be th' phrase that always leads t' things goin' pear-shaped."  She slips out behind the taller woman, and shakes herself a little. "Mind if I invite m'self along? If we're no' talkin' to th' boss fer a while, I would nae turn down a chance t' sit an' not be wonderin' if I'm about t' be shot at."<br/>The little shake seems to have done more than just settle cramped muscles and joints, it also seems to have removed all traces of suspicion and upset - she turns a much happier, if restrained, smile on the other three as she waits.