Lorraine checks the bay before he can try to bite, and dismounts. "Aye, lad." She speaks softly - low enough to cover the not-very-male timber of her voice, and loud enough to be heard. "I imagine I will be staying the night at least. Mind him - he bites." 'Him', in this case obviously being her horse, and if the lad doesn't know about nippy warhorses... She watches for a moment, to be sure he knows what he's up to, then collects her pack and heads into the inn proper. Time to ... get lunch and investigate the pickings....