A bow of her head, and she places a gold piece down upon the bar, a bow of her head, "Many thanks to you and your's kind sir." she says.  Stepping away, grabbing her pack, and moving to take a seat near a wall, trying for a table between her and the nearest patron.  Glancing about but not making eye contact with the other patrons, trying to not raise the ire or suspicions of the already slightly agitated crowd.