Khait flushes very slightly at her own overexuberance to intervene where, quite probably, her presence wasn't really needed.  She lifts her head to survey the street, flashing her cool blue gaze over them with the casual confidence of everyday business.  "Forgive me if I misguessed," she says softly, full lips curling into a delicate smile, "but I thought it best to err on the side of caution."  Though clearly, her mind nagged, associating herself with others in such a flagrant manner is anything but cautious.  "My name is Khait," she says, making momentary eye contact with the young woman, although she rapidly averts her gaze as if she'd forgotten, for the moment, that the woman's bare breasts were in full view and she was afraid her gaze would roam if tempted.<br/><br/>"It's good that you're so confident in your abilities... which I'm certain I know nothing of, which is probably obvious," she shrugs then, adopting whatever way Vanessa was heading as her own new course, "but this city, while as progressive as any in some ways, hosts a great deal of challenges for a lady as it is... much less one who presents... so much... ah," she swallows, shrugs her armored shoulders, "temptation?"She clears her throat.  "I won't insult you by presuming to know what you're at, but, if you've business in the city I won't mind keeping you company."  She shrugs.  "I'm, ah, between opportunities at the moment, so it would not be a trouble in the least."