Lorraine has to chuckle at that, and at the attempts at being anything /but/ what Laurin just described. Most of them shiver a bit, as her gaze crosses them, and even Lorraine raises an eyebrow at their reactions. "I suppose my attempts to teach them manners have had some effect, then." She extends a hand, palm turned upward - a surprisingly graceful hand, for all it is rough, and slightly callused. "Raine Warden."<br/>If one did not know better - and most of these do not seem observant enough to pick it up - one might mistake the tall, mannish 'Raine' for ... well ... a man. A young man, clean shaven and not especially notable - which is exactly how she prefers it.