It wasn't hard to block the two from her sight or hearing, trying to focus on the pages before her, propping her head in the palm of one of her hands and leaning against the counter. The two were something of white noise to her at this point, but she'd recalled hearing some kind of cracking noise and looked up out of sheer boredom. The first thing to assault her though was the scent of blood nearing her area of the bar and she frowned uneasily. She smell wafted and was growing pungent, yet something else was mingling with the initial scent of the blood the elf was licking from her hand - there was a more sickly smell of blood as well, and her eyes went to the glass she had downed. For a second, her senses caught on to what the drink might be made of and her eyes quickly darted back to her page, scoffing to herself about the mere thought of the Horde's absolute crude display in such a public area. Then again, the Goblin was serving them the drink and a glare was shot at the greenskin before she forced herself to calm. It was business for Goblins, they weren't trying to slap the Alliance in the face with such a display.<br/><br/>Her charcoal tapped against the page with unease, showing she wasn't thinking about what she she originally was when she'd started her notes. The woman rubbed the side of her neck while she tried to keep her focus and calm all in one piece. That damnable smell wouldn't leave her nose though, and she fidgeted now and again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>