“What sort of questions?”  She said,  her eyes shifting towards the man once more.  Her eyes fell closed for a moment as she took a deep breath.  She wasn’t very happy with the situation but she was quite glad that the woman at the bar was offering up some form of distraction if things got ugly.  She smiled a bit taking hold of her glass with the hand opposite to the doctor,  positioning her palm so it was pointed in his direction without looking particularly suspicious.  “I’m not much of a talker…”<br/><br/>The psychic though soon found that things were becoming more and more out of place,  the man who had his hand around her wasn’t letting go of her any time soon, his grip was strong, and she noticed that she could manage to pin point the various emotional outbursts of lust,  was actually coming from a single individual the man that was currently holding onto her tightly.  Who tugged hard, causing her to slam down hard against the bartop with a loud thud.<br/><br/>(Might 2 +0=2)