The moment Lorraine's companions notice her, a seat appears, as if by magic, at one of their tables. Lorraine herself doesn't actually notice - she is busy.<br/>To the caravan master, she gives a slight nod. "I will - and they might. Hell, he might - if he is looking for work." She considers the group - and the fur-clad man and his companion again, then leans over to talk to the men. Now she notices, and one of them is only too happy to point out the reason for the abrupt seating change.<br/><em>*trouble squared.*</em>Lorraine thinks to herself, with a mental sigh.