Liumius paused briefly, her drink halfway to her lips.  There was a sensation in the air, and she had learned long ago not to ignore its presence...though little did she understand it.  She forced herself to take a small drink and placed the glass back on the counter.<br/><br/>She turned casually to lean back against the bar, her eyes scanning through the throng of patrons.  A Wroonian ordering some food flashed a grin to many of the females, to which Liumius raised and eybrow in answer, measuring him up in a brief look, and moved her eyes away. At the gambling tables, she witnessed an ongoing conversation that she instinctively felt would be worth listening to, then assimilated the faces and let go of the thought, her eyes again moving away.  There were probably dozens of such conversations of all kinds going on in the place.<br/><br/>It was then that she paused, the hairs on the back of her neck tingling as a wash of confusing gooseflesh crawled down her arms.<em>...conversations of all kinds...</em><br/>She clamped down on the reaction and mentally filed away these tidbits for later review.<br/><br/>Liumius turned as the barkeep asked if she'd like a refill, and shook her head, then continued to scan the room.<br/><br/>