Mizrel gave the looks she got little notice. Except for the women. Those women got a cool measuring look back when her eyes caught theirs, then were ignored.   The black garbbed woman an odd look as she brushes her hair and made a mental note to keep an eye on her. A toss of her white maned head then she  finishes brushing her hair and puts it in a long thick braid. Tossing the braid over her shoulder she notes Jacque's presense again and a tiny smile curves her lips. She now had two protectors. One hired, the other caught by more than money.<br/><br/>Once the rest of her things were put in their proper places, she stood gracefully and walks over to the trading post and pokes her head inside. "Oh for the Queen's sake.." Mizrel mutters, almost strutting in and listens for several minutes, then steps closer. "What if you take the rifles and the balance can be for aiding your town? Or would you be willing to take some of these as well?" She takes out some of the weapons she'd taken from the Deadboy corpses.