“The first bite is with the eye, as they say.” Light replied cryptically.

He shook his head at Senjen when they mentioned the change in sound. He wasn’t as perceptive as the new Myrmidon suit as a rule. His whole body was designed to be immersed in water, and while his gel did a fair job of translating the air-filled environment for him, he still missed a lot of cues. He did point out the colour pattern of clothing within each of the dining groups though.

“One could certainly blend into the crowd in here. Maybe we should ask if there are any smaller parties waiting for people? Again, some service would be nice…”

The Chekeri wearing the amaranth keffiyehs began to take notice of them as they headed towards the back. When one caught Senjen looking directly at her, she left her nest and approached them. She was unkempt and rough-looking, but with a deeply intelligent look in her eyes.

“You fellas look lost. I don’t see any good cause for you stick around. Just say the word and I’ll show you the way out of here.”
Her voice sounded strange, muffled somehow. The noise of conversation around them died off somewhat.