Kara noted that he didn't make fun of her lack of mishap with the lobster tail. The fact that he didn't make her feel like a hick only caused her to like him more. But she didn't understand the hint of uncertainty that he showed for a split second. It was such a quick flash that she thought she must have imagined it.<br/><br/>Being more then a bit excited about trying out a Blizzard, Kara didn't pay too much attention to Hallbjorn showing more reserve then he had just minutes ago. The gentleman mercenary helped her from her seat, causing a smile to play on her lips. As the maitre d seemed poured out his gratitude to Hallbjorn, she fell a step behind. No matter how much she told herself she was going to behave, she had to sneak a peek of his behind. Now she saw what all the fuss was about, because no man should have an ass that perfect.<br/><br/>Kara bit her knuckle, then moved up to Hallbjorn's side again. She hoped he hadn't caught her checking him out. That would be more then a little bit embarrassing. Her thoughts were a mix of his finely sculpted buns and the upcoming desert, causing her to miss that the werewolves were also leaving. Even if she had noticed, she would not have thought much of it. The idea of being on guard was foreign to her.<br/><br/>After climbing in the truck and using Hallbjorn's cell, she leaned forward in her seat and looked around at the dark city. Kara would have liked to have seen it in the daylight, but with the way everything was lit up, she didn't feel she was missing out on too much.<br/><br/>She was in such a pleasant mood that when Hallbjorn said he was sorry, Kara gave him a baffled look. “What are you sorry about? I had a lovely time.” Her eyes crinkled with worry, because for the first time she heard real emotion in his voice, and she found she didn't like whatever negative emotion he must be feeling. His pain made her heart ache.