Michelle raised an eyebrow from behind her divider, and silently grumped at the roll.  She certainly wasn't out to cheat Jaime, but she hadn't really expected her to succeed on a one-in-ten roll like that.  "Oh," she said.  "Okay."  Then she rustled more papers.<br/><br/>"Okay, so uhm, you're pretty aware of the situation in the tavern, I guess, and your glance over your shoulder picks up on someone who seems to be somewhat out of place, but they're hard to make out.  They're moving pretty quickly through the place, though, and slick leathers and a cloth hood ensures that it's hard to make them out.  Uh, they're going for the door, probably on their way out.  What do you do?"