Gharn stared around at the strange place for several seconds, taking it all in. His nose wrinkles at the stench of unwashed bodies, stale alcohol and the stink of tobacco smoke. He coughs as someone blows smoke almost into his face and stumbles towards the bar. He growls in annoyance and glares over his shoulder at the offender, who seems unbothered by the dirty look from the young scarred man.

Gharn growls again, now in a bad mood as he watches the band and woman change style. He eyes the woman for a moment, well distracted. He listens to the music for a moment before growling and clapping his hands over his ears, unused to the odd sounds.
"What is this place!?" he grumbles to himself. He notices a number of wet footprints on the ground and frowns, remembering the shouts and the splash from when he was awoken on the ship. He follows the footsteps to their owner.

He frowns at Zarpadan curiously, not noticing Mira at first.
"You. You were on ship?... Aurora Ferry yes? You-"
His gaze shifts to the stunning beauty sitting next to the soaked gentleman. His eyes glance over her form, resting momentarily on her chest before going back to her face.
"P-pardon. Not meaning to interrupt. I go, we talk later wet-man."
He turns, rather flustered by the low-cut of Mira's dress and not wanting to hang around her, lest he embarrass himself.