[i]Irina nodded silently, still grinning as she began finishing the spaghetti on her plate. Some time later, she cleaned her mouth off with a small white cloth on the table (Her mouth wasn't even dirty from eating. Irina just did it because she could, plus she was serious about how she looked.), and began looking towards the woman as if she was waiting to be escorted to a room or something of the sort, or maybe back to the Dojo. She had also finished her wine, yet wasn't drunk at all.[/i]