With one of her free hands Ix mimicked the human's chin scratching, but found it not to her liking. Placing the note back on the table she pondered the merit of Tom's statement that they<em>didn't have anything better to do</em>. She closed her eyes for a moment as she pondered, rendering her face blank. The note hadn't smelled terribly suspicious, and neither did Tom. But the woman who had delivered it, now she was suspicious. Perhaps it was just the crowded nature of cafeteria, with its myriad of powerful smells providing a convenient mask but Ix hadn't gotten any sort of scent off the mysterious delivery person...<br/><br/>While she couldn't necessarily agree she didn't have anything<em>better</em>to do, this was certainly the most interesting turn of events that had befallen her in a while.<br/><br/>She opened her eyes and nodded. "Pursuing the matter further should prove to be a welcome distraction." Then a thoughtful pause.<br/><br/>"Besides it would be rude not to answer such a<em>friendly</em>invitation." The alien's eyes gleamed as she spoke.