[... Well then, this certainly is something she did not expect to witness within the first thirty minutes of their arrival or so. She blinks, eyebrows slowly creeping up toward her hairline until-]

My. T'would seem some things do indeed slip past the barriers of culture.

[She could very well laugh for this man's ill fortune, had the thought of a certain drunk dwarf not immediately sprout to mind. The urge to snarl was almost difficult to ignore.]

Go on, shoo. T'is quite plain he has no interest in any of you.