Lina repressed the urge to scowl at the crowd. She didn't want their praise, but if they hated her, things could get messy. She took a deep breath, then saw the man and sheathed her weapons, walking back toward him, trying to make it seem like the blow to her stomach hadn't done anything. It wasn't<em>true</em>but she did her best to fake it. Reaching the man, she asked quietly. "Well? That's it, right?"<br/><br/>((Bluff 17+11=28))