Sares scoffed as the orc seemingly ignored her question and started moving, though it was to her advantage really as she quickly ducked into his shadow to let him take the brunt of the storm while she followed closely.  Ducking behind her, her nostrils flared but the cold dulled her senses.  She thought he probably exuded a potent stench, as her kind tended to view his as primitive barbarians only good to serve as meat shields, but she couldn't be sure.  The dark elf also couldn't see where they were going exactly, and just kept pace with him, pressing her boots into his footprints to avoid further wetting her leather outfit, and keeping her face hidden from the harshest of the elements.<br/><br/>It wasn't until they were safely, more or less, barricaded within the building.  For her part, she sort of just stood there and watched him do all the work, not expecting to lift a finger for work she didn't need to do.  Particularly as he seemed more than willing to do it himself.  "Zerrikania?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.  To be fair, the lands to the south weren't exactly known to her, considering she came from the northern mountains.  To the orc, her accent might as well be human, and though it was very close, there were just slight motions of her tongue that could be noted every so often.<br/><br/>Despite the fire going, she sat down with her cloak kept on, though her eyes wandered over to the embodiment of a male.  To say her natural sexual instincts, that had been fostered within her kind for generations, didn't suddenly start kicking into gear, would've been a lie.  Even if he wasn't of her race, it made it all that much sweeter, making an offering of the flesh of a foreigner.  Course, it used to be a different kind of sacrifice...  Her intense yellow eyes traced his tatoos, at least to where he was making a new one.  "Interesting designs you've got there," she said, a bit curiously, "that looks like it hurts, huh?"<br/><br/>Sares didn't appreciate the man changing the conversation so suddenly, particularly as she wasn't in the habit of giving out her name.  "If you HAVE to know..." she grumbled, clearly showing how little she cared for rudeness, "Sares."  That's all she said as she huddled inside her thin cloak.