Aery also sized up Orion. [i]There's something definitely... wrong about him. I know that much.[/i] The last time she'd ignored this instinct she'd wound up tortured to within an inch of her life. But... There were too many witnesses here. And anyway, he didn't strike her as the kind to physically hurt someone, more the kind to psychologically break them down. And that she could resist, had resisted, before.
She flashed her most charming smile. "I'd rather sit here than with that crazy-looking boy with the sword. And all of the other tables are full. As far as names, I'd rather not give mine, not until I know why such a charismatic fellow as yourself is so obviously on guard. Should I be afraid?" She leaned against the table, filing her nails with an emery board (she always kept one in her purse for encounters like this, so that she could hide her expression.)