Lorraine sat back, fingering the rough metal and leather of her helm, waiting for the fight to either wind down or be broken up, and trying not to let her unease show. Eventually, she gets up anyway, grumbling under her breath. Fight or no fight ... she comes up beside one of the hagglers - keeping their table between herself and the fighters. "Excuse me." The noise level forces her to raise her voice rather more than she'd like. "I was told you might be hiring?"