Dei'Mia gave the nord girl a smile and a small not in thanks, though she didn't expect a brutish nord to actually appreciate the small kindness.  After the first few months in Skyrim, she had stopped trying to show any kindness.  All the humans and people who made this wasteland home were at most replied to kindness with rudeness, and hatred.  She didn't know why she every now and then actually tried showing a little every now and then.<br/><br/>While the Altmer waited for her order, and warmed by the fire, she couldn't help but notice the Argonian came over and took a seat in the chair next to her.<i><span style="color: DarkRed"> 'Oh great, the thieving lizard is the one who comes to sit next to me.'</span></i>she thought to herself, watching the man through the corner of her eye, making sure he didn't feel the need to get gabby with her coin purse.<br/><br/>After a moment of no talking, and his coughing noise, Dei'Mia was forced to actually look at the lizard.  After the moment of silence, she spoke up with a scowl on her face.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Either speak up thieving lizard, or go somewhere else.”</span>she hissed.  The male dressed like a shady dealer, or a pickpocket, she had no desire to talk to him.  If the mage girl had come over, she may have been more welcoming.<br/><br/>And on top of the shady argonian, another person started to make a scene.  And that person drew Dei'Mia's attention with her loud voice.  A strangely softer looking orc woman compared to what the elf had seen.  She actually looked like she could be attractive, but then Dei'Mia's thoughts immediately began thinking of her as an Orc Whore by the look of her armor.  Even with it covering a lot of her skin, it left little to the imagination, especially at her very ample chest that was very visible.  The maces were the only thing that ruined that look to her.  A glare is what left her eyes toward the orc for a moment before her drink was brought over.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>