Yolanda turned and began to pace idly, swinging her arms slightly and spinning around on her heel to walk the other way. She was beginning to get antsy, wondering if the police had even been notified of the situation yet. 

She paced over to Silas, standing fairly close; a little closer than would be socially acceptable if they were simply talking. 
"Right. I'm sure people have said that," Yolanda snorted derisively. She pursed her lips for a moment before continuing. "You think you're a pretty successful ladies man, huh."