The half-eleven gaze would follow her companion and acquaintance from the caravan, as they rounded the corner.  With halfling in tow.   She narrow her eyes in shrewd calculating manner at the mouth now unconscious.   As if she pondered removing extremities with him being out, perhaps his tongue.<br/><br/>Then suddenly she would look up to Sigmund who gives courtesy bow in greeting her.   A genial warm smile is given, with a modest curtsy.   Like the flames of her element her mood suddenly shifting with the prevailing change of winds.  Eyes alight as she hears the revelation that Sigmund was after the halfling for a sizable tab.<br/><br/><em>"Oh he is really going to hate his mouth when he finds out that I work at the Nest."</em>She would respond with.<br/><br/>Catching the wink and grin offered by Shiloh.   A grin is tossed back.   As she follows the other women into the shop known as the Crow's feet.    While tossing another comment, towards Sigmund.<em>"Come on,  lets see if the halfling is the thug thats been plaguing this shop."</em>