Jayne could feel Pandora becoming impatient. She felt the familiar sensation of her bodily control being taken away, and simply moved back, anxious to see what would happen this time. Her hands moved to pull up the hood on her robes as she stood up, approaching the pair.
"Pardon me, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. It sounds like the two of you might have need of a matchmaker. Unfortunately, the only one I know has recently passed. Perhaps I could be of some assistance?"