Tharja didn't bother getting up or even looking at the bodyguard, even as his burly hand came on her shoulder.

"Miss Tharja. We need to leave."

She slowly moved the pearl in her left hand to her right. "We haven't even ordered yet."

"Now, miss Tharja." His voice growled, growing impatient, ignoring Mamoru - which was mistake one.

As the bodyguard raised his other hand, only the skillful eyes of an assassin - or something akin - could spot the hidden knife in the man's sleeve.