[ Allen. Him too, huh? Yomi kicks out under the table, agitation being given unseen physical form. There's nothing about this she likes, except the person sitting across from her.
She's without her weapon. She doesn't know this place, the people. She's utterly resourceless to fix his problem, no matter how much she wants to.
Yomi smiles, wide. Maybe a distraction will help. ]
This place is so dank and depressing. Let's get some fresh air.