Brushing past him, Tamara snorted slightly. "Attacking I could handle. You being all pasty and nude in front of the fire... not so much.  I don't want to lose my dinner so soon."<br/><br/>She sets the bottles down on the table with a thud, then waits to see what Lukas will do.  Strangely enough he takes the chair and not the much more comfortable looking bed. Shrugging, she grabs her pint and plops down on the mattress.<br/><br/>"Yeah.  Though at least now we know what to do with those things.  And maybe if another one shows up we can keep it alive for questioning."  That's not terribly certain, though.  Its hard to keep from finishing off something that attacks the young fighter.<br/><br/>Tamara drinks slowly, sipping the ale as she ponders what comes next.  But before she's figured that out the bottle is empty.  Glancing over at her companion, she raises an eyebrow.  "So, are we taking watches, or just assuming we're in the clear?"