Her eyes flicker from from creature to creature as it becomes clear there will be a mess here. Slowly a smile forms on her thin face and her heart beats faster. [i]Action![/i] Her fingers twitch imperceptibly and she finds herself half off her stool before a wave of dismay washes over her. She isn't armed. Those twin poniards she had favored all those days ago were tangled amongst her leather belts and sheaths, lovingly oiled and hidden in the bottom of a trunk on the green shores of home. Bitterly, with a disgusted twist of her lips she slides herself back onto the stool. "Anyone spare a pigsticker then?" She asks no one in particular in a bright and hopeful tone.