Ora may look weary and beaten down, but there is a certain look of determination in her eyes. She does not flinch when challenged by the guards, even with spears crossed before her. The second guard gets a nod; an affirmation to her questions about the merchant caravan. Once they welcome her she smiles softly and speaks up again.<br/><br/>"No... definitely not. Is there a bathhouse? After that I should report to... someone. Who-"<br/><br/>The sudden gawking expression on their faces has her looking over her shoulder. It is an expression she shares once she sees what they do. She is perhaps less prone to drooling; men in her community had a<span style="font-style: italic">few</span>additional responsibilities, but they were small ones... just little things around the home to support the tribe's mercantile efforts.<span style="font-style: italic">This</span>is different and quite... attractive.<br/><br/>"Oh."<br/><br/>She looks Red up and down for a moment and as he approaches she starts to blush; she'll stand quite close to him and wait for his conversation to finish.