The human's salaciousness would normally put her back on her heels, make her suspicious... and to some degree it does, but a fair amount of beer has gone down the hatch. So when Gramen bows and calls her lady, there's a glow of pink that rises into her ears, and she extends one pawlike hand, taking his in a light shake. Even though he didn't offer it for one.<strong>"Ryssa. And... uh, no, I was actually heading south when I heard what was going on here."</strong>She releases his hand, using it to reach up and smooth out a whisker self-consciously.<strong>"Bad news for business, it is. Especially if it gets the League to muscle in."</strong>She glances around, then back to Gramen.<strong>"It'd be a shame to see this place turn into a den where screwheads huff glowing lamp oil, or whatever that stuff is."</strong><br/><br/>She turns her head to Rakah with a grin, jostling the human's hip with an elbow.<strong>"We've got a hundred crowns credit!"</strong>she pauses, ticking fingers on her left hand.<strong>"Well, a little less, I heard Brevoy's actually getting a small boom."</strong>A soft sigh.<strong>"And they don't take silverdisks, you know."</strong>She realizes that a discussion of conversion rates between the Northeastern nations probably isn't what anyone wants to hear.<strong>"But... I mean... our host is putting money in our hands. We could at least give it back."</strong><br/><br/>She then smirks at Gramen, eyes squinting.<strong>"So... what do <em>you</em> think made the torch go out?"</strong>Asked as idle conversation... She looks up to the three she's signed on with, as if asking them the same.<strong>"Seriously, anything?" </strong>her ears perk forward attentively