Tzahala's quip- and the flash of metal & flesh that accompanies it- earn a couple of pleased chuckles and nods from the other women in the room. It's almost like a sorority atmosphere... with the "new girl" being tested and gauged with each passing sentence. Even though the other women are in<em>her </em>house.<br/><br/>"Hm... Pampering<em>does</em>sound nice. And you can call me whatever you want, Girly..." The older woman smiles and settles back, swirling the last little dregs of her orange juice around the bottom of her glass like its a fine wine. "I'll admit, I'm curious enough to see how you would pamper me... I'll definitely be there. Just let me know the time..."<br/><br/>Robin claps her fingers against the heel of her augmented hand happily at that, and downs her own glass in celebratory response.<br/><br/>"Great! It's a date, then... we'll all come over at eight, when the night shifters start doing their rounds. Unless that's too late or early for you, Miss."