The moment Zara appeared Fiona stiffened slightly, her cheeks tinting ever so slightly with a pink flush as she lowered her eyes hoping the other woman wouldn't talk to her. Better to be ignored, as was Zara's normal course to take with her, then to be mocked and...aroused so. Still she didn't want Atticus to ask questions so she forced herself to smile in response, her eyes defensive though.<br/><br/>"It was soothing, I spent time..." she trailed off unable to answer more when Zara mentioned the outside and her cheeks did sting with a very vivid blush. She had a moment of rueing her pale coloring then, wishing she could hide her blush with her hair perhaps but it was all piled up largely. Surely her cheeks nearly matched her silken tresses in hue. Oh dear.<br/><br/>Nervously her hands dropped his, breaking the contact to retreat not realizing how very out of character that was. Instead she fidgeted with her book, turning it over and then over again in her grasp. Zara had gone away then, leaving her room to breathe, to recollect herself. The other whore was simply having a bad day and wanted someone to take it out on, she had seen it happen before. The dark haired woman would loose interest and Fiona would keep to herself as normal unless requested by a client. If it weren't for the fact that there was a line up to happen she would have fled up the stairs without a second thought. But she had a job to do.