[Zahra continues to idly twirl the umbrella around in her glass. Her drink is getting warm -- she wonders if the bartender might top her off if she flirts enough. Probably not. She'd seemed a bit repressed.

On a more pressing note, Bonnie's sudden alertness doesn't go over her head. She's trained to notice these things, but her tone stays light and conversational. Easygoing.] I do, yes. Cassie's her name. Met after she predicted the imminent destruction of our world, and all that. It sounded like a load of bunk to me, but it seems that's not the case. [If she's concerned about this, she gives no indication of it.] I'm helping her out. It's fun, you know? Exciting.