The sharp sound of Zara's voice broke through her thoughts and had the redhead sitting up straight, a blush tinting her pale cheeks at the clear sarcastic praise that fell from the other whore's lips. Her eyes drifted downward once they met Zara's angry gaze and Fiona got to her feet, smoothing down her skirts with nervous hands. "I am no wonder Miss Zara, no more then you yourself are at least. I'm sorry if I intruded, I just thought to enjoy the garden a bit."<br/><br/>Dipping a slight curtsy the redhead shifted around the chair she had been seated on, clearly ready to leave and make as little a scene as possible. What she could have done to so upset the dark haired woman she had no clue but she didn't want to be upsetting for anyone. Zara had had clearly a good session with a client, but that seemed to have worn off since she took Anel away. Anel, her eyes flashed to him, her lips twitching in a slight smile wishing she knew what to do to help with whatever issue had had him speak so out of turn earlier.