Not liking the man's tone very much, she was about to rudely say something back, but she bite down on her tongue and held back. Being rude would have not helped the matters at hand. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked away in thought. The fans she always carried hanged off her slim waist jingling against her belt from any little movement she made. "You threaten us if we show bad intention, yet how do I KNOW you won't do something to us? We have no way of threatening you." Her eyes seeked Dymian's, glaring now, Zharia didn't like the idea of someone threatening her even if it was to protect themselves.  Dymian was the leader she figured, he had to be careful, but so far as she felt was insulted. Cutting her eyes from him she looked to Fathi. "You figure out if we should go with them, I will listen to you." Standing up from the table, Zharia run her fingers over her clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles before walking past two members of his crew. "You will let me know in a few hours, yes?" Tugging her hair free of it's band, it spilled down her shoulders covering her back as she headed up the stairs to find a free room for the moment.