As a woman not shy of drinking Melissa was setting into her third tankard, adjusted to little sips now as her thirst had been quenched by the previous two. Eyeing up the nearby few she first looked at the orc, catching the snort to which she riposted with a short scowl followed up with a mumbled insult about an ogre's anatomy in what little orcish she knew, most likely getting it completely wrong to how it should be. Second was the human who she glanced sideways at, noting his choice of drink and the sigh. Thinking it was best to not poke a perhaps slightly depressed human for company, or atleast that was her view. Third was the tauren who she looked up and down, making sure to oggle at the tight shorts and that general area for a good amount of time. Yes it was probably near as long as her arm and just as thick but a girl could dream, right?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>