A slow and tempered inhale through the nostrils, followed by an exhale through her mouth was Taque's only reply while keeping eyes locked on the back wall. Lifting a long and black-lacquered claw, she got Aela's attention.
"Rancher's pie, no veggies. Extra cheese," Taque muttered, but quickly added with a sudden blink, "please." There was a long silence from the charr, and she shifted onto a stool but it protested with a wooden creak. Scrambling off, she opted to lean on the counter patiently and picked at the muddy pads of her hands.
"I never liked hamburgers," she said, almost apologetic. "That's all."
"Are you going to stay long...at the Inn, tonight? Do you live in the Arch?"
Taque's face twitched on the left side where the scarring disfigured it, but it seemed involuntary as her eye lid fluttered. If the girl noticed, she gave no hint of it.