[Her mouth open to ask another question, she snaps it shut and presses her lips together in a thin smile at her whisper. A shiver runs up the back of her neck. The observers. And she knows about Miss Verita and the others that Mister Braxiatel spoke of.]
[She lets herself be steered towards the booth, hurriedly putting a wider smile back on her face.]

Of course! It is wise of you to stay in when it's so dangerous. At least I can afford to make some mistakes.

But, I did promise that we'd talk about lighter things this time, right? [So she had, but now her mind is turning for a way to get Ms Ardes to safely communicate who is behind all this. A turn in the conversation, perhaps even writing it out... something.]