She's finally given a chance to calm down a bit as her and Deva begin walking down the path. She tries her best to not outpace him too much, but it's difficult to remember at times when her mind wanders a little bit.  She's curious about her new companion...he seems like a strange contradiction...he obviously has power, but he doesn't always act like it. How strange.<br/><br/>She perks up as the arrow strikes, seeing the hat left mortally injured, or at least in need of mending. The orcs soon follow afterwards, and they seem to be completely ignoring her. She watches the exchange between them and Deva, shocked that they haven't even acknowledged her at all. Granted, that means the arrows are pointing at him rather then her, but then again, orcish arrows are not a concern for her at all.<br/><br/>"Excuse me? I'd take great exception if you bandits harmed my companion..." she says, starting to stalk towards the orcs with a look of annoyance on her features. Her rump still hurts from her time with the green, and she'd have no problem taking out her anger and humiliation on orcish bandits.