She tilts her head to the side to indicate the direction in which they are headed, turning on one heel (attached to a knee-high black suede leather boot, but at least those heels are lower than normal, bringing her already-tall self roughly equivalent with Mitchell's height). "It's not as popular as, say, Griss Twist or one of the other places in the heart of the city. I thought about looking for something out there, but I need more space for me and Huan."

It strikes her as prudent to warn Mitchell about Huan's territorial tendencies--it's one thing to meet in the Inn, it's another to have your hands on Huan's mistress. (That dog is ridiculous.)

"How did the remainder of your evening go at The Vault?" Her sidelong glance is teasing.