Sethi's stomach grumbles at the mention of food and drink, but she ignores it and continues to size up the situation.  She barely catches the flash of a hand signal to Titan-- she sighs softly in relief, as his reaction seems to indicate that this is a good thing.  Standing aside, she sidles to the corner near the adjoining table, and studies the woman for just a moment.  Their contact looks... well... like she's carved out of soapstone under that armor, like the cut of her jaw and the eased tension in her eyes hint at fierce desire and exquisite condition.  Sethi has a hint of that, but refined differently, like she's some kind of different species.  Needless to say, the preoccupation gnaws at her concentration.<br/><br/>Her shoulders round slightly as she leans back toward the wall, as if she's eagerly trying to disappear.