Fallon smiles and dips her head in response to Koram's chivalry.  "You take good care of our secret weapon, then."  She tweaks the dogs nose, then places her hand to her lips and blows a brief kiss to-- well, perhaps the knight, perhaps the dog?  It's a bit difficult to tell.<br/><br/>She slings back against the bar to listen to Senna's proposal-- she nods in reply, a sly smile creeping over her lips.  Her eyes focus on Senna's as she speaks in that same dry, teasing way, "Well, I've never needed a drink to get my kit off before.  Let's away, then-- I'll follow."  She lifts her hands in farewell to the rest of the crew, for the moment.