Trish smiles as she catches Taggart's eyes, giving him a flirtatious little wink as a reminder of their conversation earlier... but her smile fades as her eyes scan across more than one unfamiliar face, and more than one unfamiliar set of eyes on her.<em>Great... Someone's been looking forward to seeing me, and it sure as hell ain't Lughaid...</em><br/><br/>Which means that she's probably leading Elisabeth right into a trap.<br/><br/>For the briefest of moments, she contemplates letting the dice fall as they will. After all, the older woman had been so<em>damned smug</em>back at the house that it would be a pleasure to at least see her scramble... but, for some reason, that thought just pisses her off more.<br/><br/><em>Gods be good,</em>she thinks, and goes through the motions of stretching in her little clear space by the door. Before she can even stop to think twice, she finds herself shooting a short, urgent message to Musubi.<br/><br/><em>"Unknowns at the bar. Probably trap. Warn Elisabeth..."</em><br/><br/><em>I'll be damned if some two-bit street samurais are going to take her out before I get a chance to return today's favors...</em>