"You didn't have to. I have to assume that of everyone in town now, for my own safety - the less hostile I am about it, the more likely I am to find someone who will at least take service, like this gentleman here," With her words she waved to the chef, finally going back to her bowl and finishing her meal. Well, at least trying to finish her meal - she was tired, irritable, and really no longer in the mood to talk. Not to mention that, despite everything, she still felt uncomfortable around this guy.

It was almost like she was being analyzed, prey or something of the like...