The near pout on her face eases into a small smile. "Yeah, don't you? Nothing's wrong with my stomach--"

She trails off when her eyes fall on the rat, and she rises halfway out of her seat, giving the room -- it's bar -- the closer look around that she didn't bother with when they first came in.

"Or maybe we could go somewhere that isn't overrun with rats."

Gren doesn't seem the least bit upset by having one come right up to their booth, and she eyes him incredulously.