[It is entirely likely that Kisara, being caught up as she is in the matter at hand (which consists of a more proper plan to deal with thieving furry friends), that she doesn't immediately take notice of one relatively graceful Dohalim. Or that his priority is delivery of his drinks with eloquence and less really focusing on the faces of patrons.
Beneath her hands, gloves off to the side, she's in the midst of scribbling something down with relative quickness. A diagram of some sort? Probably layout of the area and notes about where she's checked, what she's found, what's remaining, and so on. All in all, very detail-oriented.]
Tea, please, if you—
[No. She knows that voice. Knows it. Lifting herself to sit a little more proper, she pauses rather suddenly when she puts familiarity of voice with familiarity of face. A plethora of different feelings run through her at just the mere sight of him. Ambivalent ones that she supposes she has mostly herself to blame for. She was the one, after all, who followed him blindly.
This is not the time. So instead, she opts for what she thinks might be more appropriate, and falls right back into old habits.]
You don't need to do that, Lord Dohalim.
[But it doesn't take her too long to figure out what he's up to and she can take a guess or two as to why. Never mind that she's still digesting that he's actually here. And Alphen isn't in the immediate vicinity to keep her from losing her cool, again. She'll have to figure out her own discipline.]
I!
Beneath her hands, gloves off to the side, she's in the midst of scribbling something down with relative quickness. A diagram of some sort? Probably layout of the area and notes about where she's checked, what she's found, what's remaining, and so on. All in all, very detail-oriented.]
Tea, please, if you—
[No. She knows that voice. Knows it. Lifting herself to sit a little more proper, she pauses rather suddenly when she puts familiarity of voice with familiarity of face. A plethora of different feelings run through her at just the mere sight of him. Ambivalent ones that she supposes she has mostly herself to blame for. She was the one, after all, who followed him blindly.
This is not the time. So instead, she opts for what she thinks might be more appropriate, and falls right back into old habits.]
You don't need to do that, Lord Dohalim.
[But it doesn't take her too long to figure out what he's up to and she can take a guess or two as to why. Never mind that she's still digesting that he's actually here. And Alphen isn't in the immediate vicinity to keep her from losing her cool, again. She'll have to figure out her own discipline.]