"Hazard of my occupation," Molly replied with a simple shrug. She glanced up, looking at the menu. Traditional, traditional, traditional what was that? Bread and water? She would kill for a really, really good cup of joe right now though. "Can we start with you know, bread and salt and water? I'll think about the rest in a minute."

The back of her neck prickled, her nose wrinkling before she glanced around looking for the source of- hey magic! Molly through up her shields thick and fast. It was only afterwards she saw the sweats and not weapons.