The orc lost his jaw once again as the woman leaned over, the flares inðicating trouble with keeping his feet.  His heart was aflutter, head light and the sheer suprize caused a delay between brain and heel. His shit-faced grin faded to distress as Lucille dive-bombed. Taut with worry, the orc took a few steps twords the predicted impact site, but was quickly alieved of any cause for concern.<br/><br/>the orc let forth a sharp appreciative whistle as Lucille approached on her broom. "That's some..."<em>Quick, think dummy!</em>"craft you have there, miss." The goggles auto-adjusted as she neared and the orc took in all of the visuals for what they were worth. Suddenly cramped, his trousers groaned in protest as he moved twords the delicious eye-candy he had been feasting upon.<br/><br/>"Anyting for a breath of fresh air like yourself." The orc replied, a smile creeping above his square jaw. While certainly wider and bulkier than the average human or half-orc, the runway attendant was still of the neutered variety; the proud features of his heritage not quite so evident.<br/><br/>Trying his best to seem official, he straightened significantly. "Very well then. Let me be the first to welcome you to Fahrelden. You seem to be... traveling light. I assume you're not here to trade. If you'd like, I can show you to the local cantina and we can sate your curiosity over a drink?"