Laurin sighed inwardly as well. For a brief second her features scrunched, marking a familiarity with the situation and her distaste for it. Still, one must work with what one is provided. Feigning complacency, Laurin batted her eye lashes before sauntering over to the freshly afforded seat. -The things I subject myself to for attention. I can tell the laws of physics to back off and let me do my thing, but people? Ugh. Lucky for me, men are pigs.- The smell of her own robe and it's soaked state had also sparked some anger in her. -Speaking of the laws of physics.- With little more than a thought and a twitch, Laurin began working to remedy her soiled state. She guessed that by the time she reached her destination, her garment would be clean. "I'll have whatever the house is serving, for one." She mentioned in passing to the tavern wench, not exactly sounding entirely enthused. "And a room for the night if you've any still available."