Zharia's eyes glanced to the two who expressed interest in mating in public. It caused her cheeks to flush even though she was used to such lewd acts even if it were frowned upon. "I don't see why you have to care what they do, they aren't really our concern..." Looking away she stared down at her nails, picking at some dried blood. Zharia's clothes had dried, and her hair was a bit messy from not having been brushed out after such an exasperating event. Once Dymian had ordered the two to get a room Zharia gave the man credit, it seemed like he had his hands full with his group.<br/><br/>Looking up from her nails, she leaned on the table, placing her chin in the palm of her head. "Oh they weren't the ones going to molest me, at least I should think not." Flicking red strands of hair away from her eyes she smiled up at Dymian, "I am a wanted woman, I guess men just seemed to like me." Winking, she finally leaned back and took a sip of her tea before continuing. "Truthfully, Some... guy.. well pig.." As she spoke, the words seem to rile her up and her accent began to thicken, while her voice remained neutral. "Long story short, I'm a dancer this guy wants to Marry me, I turned him down and now he sends this hooded figures to steal me. Of course he has six other wives! The nerve of him." Sitting stiffly, she raises her chin in a mock stubborn look as she sips her tea.