Indeed, Beatrice could do little but laugh quietly when she noted an air of recognition coming from her older companion, but she did her best to contain her mirth in front of the guests. It seemed to her as if she was attracting all of the younger magic users in the club, as in moments both a well-shaven young man and boy hardly in the cusp of adulthood have shown up. The man named Jakob spoke amiably and seemed to still possess most of his youthful confidence, brushing past her unflinchingly on his way to the table, but he didn't interest her as much as the others. 

Their second new follower was one who seemed yet to escape boyhood, at least in personality. This "Henry" contrasted heavily with the club's rather adult crowd, and for this exact reason he drew the curious witch's gaze more than the others. Suddenly, things seemed to begin moving a bit quickly, and Beatrice found herself quite uninterested in the passing affairs. A dog calling himself Cyrus, apparently content to lead their little gathering, comes over and explains the details of their coming job, asking them all for their input along the way. 

Deciding that Frank's decision to remain silent was wise, she takes a step back and patiently listens to what the unsightly beast has to say. In moments, after he's finished answering Jakob's query, she steps forward again and lets her mind run free, struck by a sudden urge to contribute an ounce of her thoughts (possibly provoked by the unexpected flattery)-

"If you would allow me to speak, my dear Cyrus, I wouldn't dislike the opportunity to share my thoughts on the matter. It seems you have much knowledge of this incident, more so than you let on, but as little as you may wish to tell us, it would be wise for us to become acquainted with one another before we set out on our mission. I know little of how your kind operates, but I am of the understanding that magic tends to burn the unprepared caster. With three magic users apparently working in tandem, it would be an unwise move for us to proceed without addressing our teamwork and leadership. Even if there are those in our group who dislike working together, I believe it necessary if we are to avoid accidentally setting eachother on fire."

By the time the young-looking witch finishes speaking, it is already very evident that she speaks with the tongue of someone far beyond her apparent age. She smiles cheerily now, and although her eyes remain casually reading her fellow bounty hunters, her body language seems to convey a sense of enthusiasm and personality. To add to this effect, she allows a little spark of magic to flicker from one of her fingers and quickly extinguish itself harmlessly. It was all a show, she knew that at least one in the group was experienced enough to notice it, but she at least put some effort into maintaining her image of a youthful witch. For now.