For Quitxi, nothing flinches but her eyes at the sound of the heavily-armed human girl she's seen before... having never spoken to her, of course-- she looked like the kind that might bring the wrong kind of attention<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">no offense *grin*</span>-- Quitxi prefers to watch her now, eyes pointed to the door so she can watch the sandy-haired girl in her peripheral vision, seeming not to stare pointedly.<br/><br/>'Hm... that might be a pleasant way to pass the time,' she thinks silently, still watching over the steaming brim of her tea as she blows gently at the surface before taking a sip (assuming, of course, that it's arrived).<br/><br/>She chastizes herself silently for the thought, her experience with crushes and the like having taught her to avoid anything resembling affectionate involvement... nothing would complicate one's life faster.  No desire for a broken heart, a spurned partner, or an angry husband chasing her down.  Nor angry father, boyfriend, cleric... no angry anyone, period.<br/><br/>'Nothing more than looking,' she reminded herself, setting down her tea before taking up a scrap of the flat, chewy bread that is breakfast (again, if.  See above).