Chloe decided to order some wine and a meal, but she couldn't help overhearing the two girls by the window as she waited. It wasn't polite to eavesdrop, she knew, but it was by no means a conscious decision. She caught snippets of a squeaky voice mentioning that she nearly blew the place up. [i]What on Earth?[/i] When she heard one of the girls mention that her eyes were too green to be natural, she felt a twinge of irritation and turned her head to give a sharp retort to that. However, their conversation had already continued and was really peaking Chloe's interest, so she simply turned back around, twiddled her thumbs and listened. 

When one of them had finished a stuttered request to speak to the waiter (whose presence unnerved her as much as the girls for some unknown reason) and the young man had gone, she turned yet again. Her eyebrows were knotted together in a distinctive expression of worry, and she asked awkwardly, "Is everything, er...okay?" She wanted to ask why anyone would sweat hydrogen unless it was in the form of water, but she held herself back.