Odin could all but contain a chuckle when Anora spoke with such confidence and anger towards Pahn. He soon shifts his body towards Pahn, allowing passage into their booth for Anora. His perplexity with this youthful woman appears to have distracted him from being spatially aware. The man blushes slightly, as if realizing his blunder. Regardless of embarrassment, he remains focused on current circumstance. 

Pahn takes Anora's response quite severely in contrast to his typically aloof demeanor. His anger was brief, and triggered immediately by the words '[i]You[/i] might not care about this place, Pahn, but it's [i]my[/i] home.-'. His eyes open fully, those smooth eyebrows furrowing themselves into a treacherous canyon. Folds of overly-flexed skin claw upwards into the forehead via jagged cuts of shadow. His hairs swirling curls of ivory shimmer faintly as they straighten and float. Both eyes are totally coated in black clouds of shadow as the darkness of his face grows unnaturally dense in contrast to a reflective porcelain exterior. From beneath his brows, in the space where his eyes could once be observed, small dots of white light sprout forward much like several lone stars in the night sky that feel oddly like they're watching you. Pahns lips swell and part between defined cheekbones and a sinking jaw. From within the small ebony sliver between his now partially open lips Anora would feel it, the sensation of our celestial titans rage. A multitude of howling voices synchronize with one another in a harmonious symphony of gibbering rage. An unearthly fear belongs to this chorus of sounds coming from an inhuman throat, a fear far deeper than that of the dark. Instincts all but cease to function, as if no biological defense could prepare one for this. 

Though everything mentioned occurs in the span of roughly three seconds, Anora may feel exposed for far longer. One could relate it to being observed by an overpowering predator while adrenaline works overtime to fuel an escape route to no avail. The sudden pressure of Pahns concealed magical presence was heavy and fueled with an intensive instinct created by an eternity of honing his craft. Oddly enough, this brief event would feel familiar to our young heroine. Something of a long repressed memory can be felt bubbling to the surface. Sensations of betrayal towards not only Pahn, but towards herself being materialized strongest among a wide range of rage-based emotions. Anora could likely tell these emotions didn't belong in the moment. 

[color=6ecff6]"You're right.." [/color]All at once, Pahn's features shift back to normality. He quickly looks away from Anora afterwards, slight shame overcoming him as if he knows at least somewhat what it must feel like to be stared down in such a manner. The vague emotions of repressed memory would cease, and the voices would be gone as they'd never existed in the first place. 

Odin was still looking towards Anora up until Pahn spoke, showing no signs that he'd seen or heard what came from Pahn just now. Perhaps the chorus of voices were in Anora's head? Or perhaps they were.. something else.. something locked away far deeper than any dream ever could be. 

In this moment, the magically observant may note how precise and focused Pahns rage was. The sensation of his presence not only slipped by Odin, an obviously powerful being, but it flowed straight into Anora while Odin observed her without him noticing in the least. Anora is likely not to make full note of this until a far later date. Even so, she could come to some vague realization of it should she suddenly look afraid. Odin would be confused by her fear.

[color=6ecff6]"We should be moving.-" [/color]Pahn quickly continues. [color=6ecff6]"-I'll-..."[/color] He, for the first time, seems to have legitimate trouble in finding words to express himself. [color=6ecff6]"-..I'll explain myself further. Whenever we stop to rest.. that is."[/color] 

Pahn stands, Odin following suite as they both begin heading towards this restaurants exit. The blue man doesn't look to have any quarrels with whats presently happening, though, he is faintly confused by his masters sudden lack of tact.

Pahn will queitly listen to Anora should she speak on their way out. But, just before leaving, he'd grasp the doorway and look back into the establishment with twinkling eyes. He shows the fondness only a child could emulate when moving away from their first home, silently expressing a goodbye to something dear. His jaw sinks, yet his lips don't part. His eyes shut whilst this rooms air slides into his nostrils by a drawn-out breath. He then opens his eyes, holding his shallow lungs as if they housed something precious. After several short moments of this, a sigh would be relinquished into the near-empty dining area before Pahn finally exits. Once outside, his face would again maintain it's typically distant nature's and glazed expressions. 

For some reason, people wouldn't pay Odin any mind as he trails behind the pair. His lumbering body may stick out like a sore thumb to them, but, not one member of natural society appears to be pointing their fingers.