The girl's eyes widened at his final words, before narrowing again in suspicion, and her lips compressed into a thin line.  So he did know.  And he was being coy, saying he worked for everyone that wanted peace.  But at least for the moment, that was a secondary concern.  They were targeting her.  They were organized.  And they wouldn't give up easily.

Jareth tried to keep from looking shocked that the man knew her closely-guarded secret, but he wasn't very good at maintaining any sort of composure.  He glanced at Amuné, but she'd closed her eyes, and her hands, clasped together and resting lightly on the table in front of her, had gone pale at the knuckles.  "Let's back up a minute here," he said, trying to give her time to process whatever had upset her so.  "I will admit I'm just a plain old human, but I'd think introductions are normal for everyone if they're trying to have a friendly conversation.  So let's start over.  I'm Jareth, and this is Amuné."  He held out a hand with a grin that was only a little forced.  His desire to put them in a more friendly atmosphere was sincere, at least.

The Seer was not paying attention to either of them at the moment.  She didn't want to abandon the life she'd built here, her friends, her adopted parents.  But she was old enough to live on her own, and she could hardly drag her family with her.  They had lives and friends and jobs too.  She'd stay in touch, and that would have to be enough.  They had loose ties to some people in an organization that helped protect people from such things.  If worse came to worse, they would seek aid there.  Amuné felt like she'd been punched in the gut, but she'd known, always, it might come to this.

Still, best not to jump to conclusions.  The possibility was there, yes, but no need to get wound up over something that might not be needed.  Still, she couldn't entirely hide the shadows in her eyes when she opened them again.  Regardless of whether the stranger introduced himself, her reply is the same.  "Well.  You know what I am, so I assume you know why groups like this Kabuto might wish to...acquire my services for themselves."  She made a face that was somewhere between a wry smile and a grimace.  "I can't exactly keep them from coming, though I do try to keep them from knowing there's something to come after."  Amuné sighed, and gave the waitress a grateful smile when she turned up with her drinks.  The woman appeared mostly human, but at the Upstairs there was no need to hide the longer teeth, or the pale, nearly white color of her skin.  She took their orders and departed, and Amuné returned her attention to the matter at hand.  "So demons are coming after me," she said.  "And it's causing trouble.  You must have something to say on the matter, since you approached me."  She took a sip of her water and played with the straw, moving the ice around the glass.  "So?  I'll listen.  Tell me, what do you think I should do?"

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