Though Odin graciously shifted to allow her access to her side of the booth, Anora’s focus remained on Pahn, his movements gaining the blue man barely half a glance.
	But then, a pulse of Pahn’s rage flooded over her as his face morphed supernaturally in anger. Despite the short moment of familiarity that flashed through her at the expression and harrowing, indistinct voices that impossibly left his mouth, a primeval fear overpowered the weaker concept and shadow of betrayal that accompanied it. Flashes of purple mist and golden electricity sparked around her at the emotion as she stumbled back to put space between herself and Pahn, the bursts of energy exploding like miniature fireworks. She shouted in surprise when she tripped over the gorgon’s discarded chair.
	Anora fell to the floor, the chair tangled with her legs. She quickly propped herself up with her hands behind her, her fearful expression trained on Pahn. Though his show of fury had disappeared nearly as quickly as it had come, the feelings that had accompanied it remained. He was an ancient predator, and to him, she would be little better then newborn prey. Heart pounding in her chest, she could not help but glance toward the exit, checking the clear shot to an escape route she was suddenly certain she would not make if he actually wanted to stop her.
	She did a double take when she saw the confusion Odin had turned to her, before the giant man looked to Pahn. Had Odin somehow not seen Pahn’s display, or was he so accustomed to such a thing that it was little more than a normal occurrence to him?
	She did not have time to dwell on the question before her brain registered that Pahn had said she was right.
	[color=violet]“Wait, what?”[/color] she breathed as he continued, shocked he had actually [i]agreed[/i] with her after that.
	She squinted at him slightly, taking in his lack of composure and struggle for words. [i][color=goldenrod]Is that… guilt?[/color][/i] she wondered.
	When he stood, she got to her own feet as quickly as she could, ignoring the mild soreness in her back from the fall. She straightened her shirt to the gentle clinking of the chains attached to the garment, then set the chair right, glaring at it as she shoved it beneath its proper table, before following the men toward the door. She glanced up at Odin, forgetting exactly how tall he was when standing, then turned her wary gaze to Pahn as they headed to the door, keeping a bit of distance between them and her.
	[color=violet]“So… to the Underworld, then?”[/color] she asked slowly, a cautious tone in her voice. [color=violet]“And who is it you think’s behind all this, anyway?”[/color] She stopped when Pahn paused in the doorway and turned to look at the restaurant. She stepped slightly aside and glanced back, wondering what, exactly, this place meant to him to warrant such a loving look.
	Anora remained silent until they were all outside. The summery, mid-day heat felt a bit hotter after being inside the air-conditioned establishment, but not unbearably so, even to her, dressed in black as she was. As they went, she glanced uncertainly between Odin and the few people passing by on the street and sidewalk, worried about what kind of reaction they might have to seeing a gargantuan man with blue skin treading casually down the road.
	[i][color=goldenrod]Wonder how they'd deal with S.W.A.T.,[/color][/i] she wondered, worried more for the sake of the authorities than Pahn or Odin. They seemed quite capable of handling themselves against a bunch of puny, human-made weaponry. [i][color=goldenrod]Or the military… Or Area 51.[/color][/i]
	But, oddly, no one paid him any attention, as if he was invisible to the rest of the world. Which, she had to admit, would not be entirely surprising. After all, Odin and his like had remained little more than the inspiration for Greek and Norse myths for many a year.
	Anora's attention went once more to Pahn. She hesitated before reiterating her last question, licking her lips uncertainly, her lower one catching for a moment between her teeth.
	[color=violet]“Do you think the man… woman… [i]whatever[/i] you mentioned earlier,”[/color] she began warily, fearing even an indirect mention of the name he had given earlier might cause another, similar scene as in the eatery. If that was the case, though, it would explain the seemingly random injection of Prephlin into their conversation. [color=violet]“Had something to do with all this?”[/color]