Lorraine looks up just in time to see she is being noticed. As it is the fragile-looking blonde, Lorraine gives her a small smile, and a polite nod of greeting. Perhaps fortunately, none of her seatmates seem to notice - they are too busy trying to figure out which backwoods hell the fur-clad giant walked out of. Lorraine doesn't bother to kick them this time - the barbarian can probably do his own kicking, if he's of a mind to do so. Always assuming he hears them - that group in the corner is pretty loud.