Ania grinned rather broadly, seemingly enjoying the attention or outright ignoring it. It was hard to be sure. She did, however, give the bartender a saucy wink as she walked over to the 'dignified' old man, hefting her axe. "And a fine one at that."<br/><br/>Ania stood tall in front of him, almost preening, carrying herself with the utmost confidence and self-satisfaction - but sans all the haughtiness. For the most part, anyway.<br/><br/>"And you're needing one, I take it?" She gave him a more tooth-filled grin, as if showing her fierce assets as her mark of employability.