Skittish indeed.  Yet she would smile gratefully at Ally.  'Thank ya.'  Her fingers playing nervously with a strand of silver hair, her gaze shifting to Aoi as she would enter.  Feeling more comfortable with the attention directed elsewhere, she would slide into an empty table, curling her legs underneath it, one battered tennis shoe hooked around the leg of the chair, watching Ally as she would make the cocoa.  Already her mouth was watering for it.<br/><br/>Her arm curling around her form, fingers coiling into the volumous fabric, merely watching everyone with interest, her favorite past time.