Sound carried well into the backroom.  Malasha had designed it to be able to hear anything happening in the front room, in case a client tried to take liberties while she was back there.<br/><br/>The American voice spoke again, whispered, but clearly audible to Raven.  "Why do we have to drink tea?"<br/><br/>The English voice answered, almost exasperated.  "Because we came at teatime.  It would be incredibly rude not to take tea, she always offers it to me when I come at this time."<br/><br/>Malasha's heavy tread could be heard again.  From Raven's new vantage point, she could see a mirror high on the other while.  A mirror in which there was motion showing, and shadows that didn't match what was in the backroom.  As a matter of fact, it looked like the living room.  Concentrating on it, she could see the two men sitting uncomfortably in Malasha's living room as Malasha poured tea for the two of them.<br/><br/>