Terrance clutched the pen and paper so haphazardly delivered and eyed the tiny temptress as though she had lost her mind. McGreggor was more or less distracted by the small woman's display and departure, a raised brow poorly feigning some level of concern. It was only untill she reached the stairwell that the bearded one rested back into the cushion of that seat, Terrance busy scrawling away. "Strange girl, that one." Came the hushed tone, almost as though they believed she had already left the room.<br/><br/>"She's good with her hands," Terrance muttered back idly. "Though the way she conducts herself makes a slug look graceful."<br/><br/>"It IS mid-day. Has she had a lunch break yet?"<br/><br/>Terrance's response was but to continue scritching ink into the paper. Once he had finished the line he was on he looked up, half-irritated with himself. "Viloet!" he nearly shouted, "consider yourself dismissed for the evening!"