[ Despite asking, the answer almost startles him. Head tipping aside to consider the bit of information she offers over a fruit tart, Lighter unwinds, the trickle of tension slow on the height of his shoulders. Finally realizing that he's acting as a big roadblock right now, his arms drop and he walks over to more squarely position himself as a fellow wallflower. ]

Yeah? That sounds like a major inconvenience. To put it kindly. [ His expression scrunches. Harass him, sure. But the lady? That's doing too much. ] Don't tell me they were hassling you before you even got here?