The men look down at the clumsy woman as she starts to pick up the knives, grinning to themselves. “Oh let us help you with that!” said the tall one with moppy brown hair. His shorter companion nods as they bend down to help pick up the sharp weaponry.<br/><br/>Catherine does her best to act demure and thanks them profusely. They were too distracted by their good luck to notice her somewhat stilted acting. Soon they had all the daggers were back on the rack, no worse for wear. The tall one gives Catherine her best smile. “You don’t seem to be around from here, why don’t me and Joe here take you to get some drinks?” he asks.<br/>