Why was she even here?  In what world was this a good idea?  Why did she care where Leo went or who he saw?  And even if she did care, why not simply ask him what his plans were?  This was so stupid.  Boys were just guys.  Guys weren't all that interesting and they were pretty predicable.  And yet, here she was...

A silent shadow in five-inch platform's slipped from the lobby entrance to a position behind an aquarium, where she could view Leo in all his glory as he charmed Paige's and centaurs and doffed his hat to a slutty elf girl.

"Ack!"  She blurted when witnessing the removal of the hat and the deep bow.  "How is it that she deserves a bow like that?"  Her voice was certainly soft enough not to carry to the front desk and the people nearby, but wasn't internal monologue either, so anyone closer that she might be ignoring could pick up the meaning.

 

"Huh?"  Marty tore her eyes away from Leo and the slut to spy the small person whispering beside her. 

"Mialee?"  She asked.  "Even her name sounds slutty."  She waited for the door to close behind the couple before breaking cover to follow them.  "I uh... you know what?  That'd be great.  I mean it's not like she probably doesn't deserve it."

Lliira's Lounge is a fairly long walk, and the ambient light of the city dims as they stroll through the streets. "...so I'm not really from the Valley, but I grew up near the Valley, and we might spend weekends there, y'know? But Vadania... have I mentioned my sister? Anyway, she fell in with the whole, like, wrong crowd and whatever..."

"So, Mialee, she got elf hearing. So you gotta be all super-stealthy, right?" She gives Marty an 'okay' gesture, then says, "You wanna try it, or should I go first?"

Leo enjoys the walk, taking in the city with a beautiful girl on his arm.

"You got a sister, huh? I'm an only child m'self. Hard keepin' food on the table on the frontier, even in a city like Newthrone. We always got by, but I think my parents decided one extra mouth ta feed was enough. Lucky I got good at talkin' ta folks and findin' people young tho', helped carry my weight. What kinda crowd did yer sister fall in with?"

"Sounds frustratin'. But you seem like a smart gal, I'm sure ya can hold yer own. An if yer sis is tryin' ta get yer goat, don't let 'er. If you feed the gator all you get is bigger gators, that's what my ma always said."