@LeotamerFiore veered her scrutiny onto the new subject. He was a fairly lanky kid, lean and a bit on the malnourished side. His gaze bounced from guard to guard, only then to realize there was no escape. Poor kid. He reminded Fiore of herself when she was younger. She hated it. Inhaling through her nostrils and out through barbed teeth, she plucked up the courage to talk to him. "Hey, you!" She hollered from across the table only then to suppress whatever words where to come next. Perhaps shouting wasn't the best way to go around things, especially considering he didn't know who the hell she was. Fiore decided to walk over to him, although her walk might as well have been considered a run judging by how fast she was going. "D'ya need help picking a weapon?" She asked, her voice purred softly, more nimble than before.