With a challenging smirk.  "I know all about discretion,<i>sir</i>."  Her inflection is subtle, but apparent to Raine.  "As I'm sure you do, too."  Folding her arms over her breasts, she hoists her pack again and turns toward the rest of the group.<br/><br/><i>Shit.  Still no room.</i>Carrying herself well as she walks, she rejoins her new friends at their table, and lapses into thought while studying a massive display of antlers that hangs over the bar like two thin-spined, bare trees.<i>I guess I'm going to have to ask the noble-looking woman after all, or else I'll be in the common room. </i>She blinks in surprise at her inner monologue.<i>Or with one of the men... either way, I'll probably be knocked up by morning if I'm not careful.  Shit.  Of course, she is probably too good for that kind of thing... having me about would be like having a mangy dog in her room.</i><br/><br/>"We're hired," she says with a dry smile.