The red haired human woman couldn't help but laugh as the elf quite astutely pointed out how she seemed none too bothered. A coy grin quickly followed the chime of her laughter and she reached back, brushing some of her silky locks away from her face and in the process exposed a freckled shoulder. “Well, sometimes when you are as thirsty as I was the atmosphere doesn't quite matter as long as you get something wet and easy to drink.” She looked up toward him, her amber eyes trying in vain to pierce the obfuscating veil of his sanguine shades. In the end she failed to do little more than make out the shape of his eyes before she gave up and instead took another sip of her drink. “It's not the worst.” It was unclear if she was talking about the tavern or the drink.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>