Bending over and collecting all of this junk, nothing interesting but might as well take it. At a good enough angle someone can take a peek up my kimono, but the tail is blocking most of the naughty bits. Finishing up with that issue and walking over to watch the men busy themselves with fixing the carts and the horses and what have you.<br/><br/>Yelling at them to get things done already, while going back to my usual spot and sitting someplace comfy. Glaring at anyone too stupid to think that I should help with heavy lifting of any sort. I killed three half orcs during that fight, plenty more then anyone else did.