Raine twitches a bit, and looks, for a moment, for the sudden new voices. The other men at that table also look a bit twitchy when they can't find the source of those voices, and mutter amongst themselves, suddenly uneasy. After a moment, Raine smiles, rather thinly. "Perhaps. But I believe respect is to be earned - and I do not feel that I am automatically entitled to yours, simply because I have earned theirs."<br/><br/><em>*Surely there is no magic-user here...? The men are uneasy - best not to let them see /me/ uneasy, as well.*</em>Lorraine masks her own uneasiness with some difficulty - but the thought, now had, will not go away, and she cannot help but scan the room again, just to be /sure/ there are no dark-robed figures lurking in the corners....<br/>