After brief hesitation, Akri accepted the hand.<i>Protect me, huh?</i>Her slender wrist betrayed a clean, if subtly muscular figure. Still, she was well kept as far as the stereotype of an adventurer. Really, she reflected, all three of them were unusual in that sense. Which explained the increasing glances they attracted, but especially after the exchange regarding the other table.<br/><br/>In retrospect, the scantly clad caster had spoken poorly. It reflected Akri's feelings she didn't think more of the words or concern herself with the responses. The peasant boys were indeed next to useless, the dwarves were sooner not the finest company - though she didn't bear a grudge, and their manner now helped that impression - and the orcs especially piqued a slight loathing in the elven figure. She'd never identify as elven herself, that is - but she doubted an orc would know the difference, or at least they never did before regarding her. Perhaps it was the lighter complexion.<br/><br/>She shifted as the orc's fists dropped.<i>Tough little brute, aren't you...</i>she thought whist glaring with a clearly baneful gaze. One hand slipped into her cloak, the other tensely remaining at the edge of the table. It would be a bitch to drop him, but if he was going to cop an attitude, she wasn't going to let it bite them later. If not now, then perhaps once they were out the door... they were savage, not - well, completely - stupid. Though she kept a close eye on the newcomer, for the first time it was at the expense of active awareness behind her.<br/><br/>"Take a boot to the cheek and I might let you lick it," she muttered quietly, deliberately putting the orc under some pressure to hear. The words were venom, and she noticed the bite just after. After Clara's response let alone her own, a scuffle or a travel risk were almost assured.