Lorraine does more listening than talking - she has heard most of this already, and, like the rest of the men at arms, is mostly only interested as far as it might provide work. She notes the source of the loud conversation, and the restive behaviour. The obvious men - the ones that actually look at /her/, she also notes. Gaudy traveler, rain-soaked traveler,  ... other female traveler. Hold up. Lorraine sits back, letting her gaze travel over the increasingly crowded taproom again - no, she wasn't mistaken. Lorraine's gaze meanders back to the mercenaries, and their increasingly loud conversation.<br/>The little voice in the pit of her gut says 'possible trouble', and one of her companions unknowingly echos it as he elbows his seatmate - take a look at the cute little blonde... Lorraine kicks him under the table and gives the both of them a Look.