A few moments of not freaking out later, Little Miss Steamdress approaches and primly takes a seat across from you, her pretty face a mask of stern disapproval.  A moment later the tawny-eared lass sets a mug of tea in front of her, shoots a glance, and retreats again.<br/><br/><strong>"I am willing to consider that perhaps I mistook you for someone else,"</strong>Steamdress says after a moment, her voice clipped and firm and carrying an Oxford accent.<strong>"And in acting in a manner I thought appropriate to perceived circumstance, I contributed to your current predicament.  Certainly I had not planned for you to experience...this <em>particular</em> inconvenience."</strong><br/><br/>She takes a long, slow, deep breath, releases it.<br/><br/><strong>"We are most fortunate.  That girl in the club has been known to react poorly to those who inspire her more surreal responses.  In the short run, this does leave you with a few particular complications."</strong>She sips her drink, gazing at you over the rim of the cup.<strong>"Do you make a habit of hastily pursue young women abroad on errands?"</strong>