"Hm." Lorraine nods slightly. That would make ... five or six slackers in the taproom, depending. Imrahan nudges her, and gets the hairy eyeball, before Lorraine scans the yard again, muttering under her breath at the bay, telling him to bloody well behave himself. "After dinner, then. As good a time as any to discuss it." And give Lorraine a chance to meet this crew a little more formally than nodded greetings.