Mohini simply remained silent and watched, flipping her hair after Masina touseled it on her head, and frowned. Her eyes never left the woman, as she set about making a platter for the man. Was she crazy? One moment she seemed angry and ready to kill as soon as look at you, the next she was gentle as a mother. Now of course, she was simply being decietfully kind to the man Quintus.<br/><br/>She let her expression return to neutral, though at the conspiratorial wink and grin her eyes widened slightly. Just what was she playing at? What was the point of these games? Mohini wondered these things as she watched her, eyes following her every movement around the ship.