Dejah makes a circuit of the room, closing the door and pressing her palm against it. There's a near silent click as the door locks. She shakes her bracelet down closer to her hand and turns it so the pinkish grey gemstone set on the silver metal is facing up, and she puts her thumb over it. And then she methodically walks around the entire room.

She doesn't join him in front of the fire until she's certain that they're alone and that the room is secure.

"I know, you must think I'm being paranoid, but I cannot put Barsoom at risk by assuming I am alone and unobserved here in the Bar." She lets out a breath, and settles beside him. "We haven't seen sign of the Thern on Barsoom for some thirty years, but to assume they have forgotten us would be folly at best, and at worst, a devastating mistake with consequences for every living thing on the planet."