Lips curl down in to a slight frown at the guards' dismissive demeanor. Ora was not expecting a warm welcome, but after all she's been through it's the last thing she needs. "Understood" she states flatly. Her attention soon shifts elsewhere though, to Jasmine's escapades. She doesn't dare get any closer but can't help but chuckle softly at the rather aggressive advances she makes. Oh, but what a strange man! He takes it in stride!<br/><br/>It's not surprise she follows hot on his heels. She looks back over her shoulder as she follows him in to the gate. Perhaps seeing her in his company will keep her safe? Or perhaps she is just checking him out; he'll likely catch her dark eyes investigating the mark the guard left on his rear, nibbling her lip for a moment until his laughter snaps her out of it.<br/><br/>"Well... you're not like any man I've ever met. To be fair, I have not met many... but yes, you seem strange to us."<br/><br/>She finally moves to his side, much as it pains her to miss out on the view. "I would not object to sack-squeezing" she smirks. "But I would like to get cleaned up as soon as I can. A strange woman looking as I do right now might not last long, here." She looks him over again, and takes her sweet time doing it. "You seem like you could use a wash, yourself. Why don't we sell what you have there and head to that tavern?"