Callie sighs as she shifts her cloak to 'cover up' a bit while she watched the nobleman's gaze shift. She was getting used to the fact that her face would be of less notice than her chest, at least to men. Being a woman, at least one of 'chesty' dimensions, was becoming a trial in it's own manner. She had been looking, and listening, for names to match to faces in home of finding her 'barrel dweller'. She mulled the rumors of Jago living in a barrel. Either he was quite small, impoverished, or there was a twist to it that wasn't clear at first glance.<br/><br/>She kept her hand close to her blade though, in case the 'lord' who had been admiring her 'assets' decided more obvious actions were needed to continue his amusments.