The temperature inside the coach seemed to rise several degrees once Sika spoke.  Eleeza grinned, took a moment to force the corners of her mouth back down into a more appropriate, neutral expression, and watched the interplay between the other two women.  The one was clearly a warrior of some description, the greatsword caught her eye even more than the armour.  Eleeza wondered whether that armour would be cooler than her own furs.  Surely so, which was becoming an issue in these close quarters.<br/><br/>She was just puzzling through Pat's response - just getting an impression that there was an insult wrapped inside it, when the couch made its stop, propelling her toward Bael'reth.  With one hand flashing to the shaft of her axe, she wasn't able to fully hold herself back with the other, though she transformed what would have been a sprawling head butt into a relatively gentle press of her left shoulder and hip against him.<br/><br/>Springing back into a crouch, she faced the couch's sole door, but Pat and Sika were in her way.<strong>"Move, move!"</strong>she growled, her voice dropping a fifth and revealing the harsh accent of her birth.