In particular situations, there were those who would not think much about their surroundings, either because they felt safe or because they believed nothing could truly threaten them. Natty, however, was clearly not one of those people. From the moment she had entered the tea house, her eyes had been scanning everything around her, not in an obvious way, but with quiet precision.
Her gaze lingered on the table, where several cups of tea were laid out. Some had been fully drained, the liquid gone entirely. Others were only partially touched, steam still faintly rising from their surfaces. One cup, in particular, had barely been sipped at all. From experience alone, Natty could tell they were recent. Too recent to belong to a meeting that had taken place hours ago.
That was what led her to her conclusion, and why she had asked her question directly.
