Lorraine settles back. She listens too - staving off trouble, she tells herself. Not looking for gossip, or base curiousity, or anything like that. Well, curiousity, certainly - the big man in furs is worth keeping an eye on, as is his table companion - as are the mercs across the room, and listening to them is certainly not difficult. Lorraine shifts a bit, folding her cloak down to use as a makeshift cushion. While she's at it, she checks the amount left in her purse - she /should/ be able to afford a room ... maybe even a bath, if any such insanity is available...<br/>An almost wistful look softens her features for a moment - just a moment, then it's gone.