Cinder stuck out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout. "Leave you alone?" She whined playfully, then her usual cheery self returned and she shrugged. "Ah, well. I seemed to be cursed as the talkative one in an inn of two antisocial people and a cat- no offense, of course, Miss Tawndra," she added over her shoulder as the cat head upstairs.

She leans back in her seat and chews the inside of her cheek thoughtfully- he didn't want her to talk to him, she'll just talk to herself. However, she doesn't leave her position across the table from him. "Now, now.. what should a bored gal do to keep entertained around here?" She looks around for something to do.