Joli joins Lon and Balfor on the bench, still staring at her empty tankard.  She still looks a little horrified at her slip, though she's trying to act natural.  She flashes a nervous grin at Lon.  "Three silver per day, plus reasonable equipment and meals.  I hope--" insecurity gets the better of her, and she grabs Lon's arm.  "That's alright, right?  I mean, it's a good wage?"<br/><br/>She looks up at Balfor, as if reconsidering what he had said earlier as well.  "I think... yeah, I think I'll be needing a blanket too.  I mean.  I don't think I'll be warm.  Or... well, maybe it will be warm but we'll... or a tent, or-- I mean, we all need tents, of COURSE we need tents, but..."  she suddenly stops talking and breathing and listens to Laurin's sound of satisfaction and watches the woman's posturing.<br/><br/>For the moment, she just stares.<i>I've got to learn how to do that.</i>"Joli," she squeaks, then bites her lower lip and stares down at the table top.  "I... ah... think I'd better call it a night."  She immediately regrets using that excuse for her tactical withdrawal from embarrassment, since she has no room as of yet.