At "secluded", the young woman snorted.  As if she wanted to be kept shut away from the world.  As a child, she'd have trouble with crowds, but even then she'd preferred to be  in a city instead of somewhere remote.  It was easier now that she knew how to control her visions, and though the presence of others was still a faint pressure in her mind it no longer bothered her as it once had.  Her eyes widened at the mention of another Seer, brows lifting in interest.

They were interrupted by the golden fanged man, who now approached their booth.  The teen dropped one hand below the level of the table, to wrap around the hilt of her knife, but even if it cost her life she would not make the first move.  Amuné would not violate the pact of the Upstairs.  When the demon got up in her face, she couldn't help pulling back in surprise, but her demeanor remained calm.  Jareth, on the other hand, tried to throw himself backwards.  If he'd been in a chair he would have toppled over, but as it was, he merely shoved the table and slammed himself into the wall.

Amuné met Ziika's golden eyes without backing down.  His words made her angry.  It wasn't like she'd asked for her power, after all.  When he kissed her head, her jaw clenched, but she remained motionless save for turning her head to wach him walk off.  Several additional Upstairs staff had appeared nearby, in uniform but ready in case of trouble.  They found assorted tasks to do in the main area, now that the demon had returned to his seat, and moments later the vampire turned up with lunch.  "Well, you do attract interesting people, don't you, Amuné," she said, trying to lighten the atmosphere.  "Don't worry, though.  Zoe's on duty right now, and she'll be keeping an eye on him."  She gave the young Seer a fanged smile and a wink.  "Enjoy your meal, folks, and let me know if you need anything else."

The young lady had managed to relax by the time the waitress departed, but Jareth was still recovering from the scare.  "What the heck was that?!" He asked, the first word coming out too loud before he quickly dropped his voice.

"I'm not sure," she admitted, fixing her gray eyes on Tsitua once more.  "But you two seem to know each other.  That's certainly interesting."  Amuné picked up her fork and started on her salad, considering her reply to Tsitua's proposal.  "You know others have had interest in me in the past.  You claim you want to help, but tell me, why should I trust you?"

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