Only during the onset of the Altercation between Cical and Nekarta, did Cita back away. She was caught off guard by the Buccanese males feeble attempt at catching a bouncing object. Though she did attribute some of it to his high stature, bending so low must've been rough. But her views quickly turned skeptical as he jumped to the defensive, and motioning as if to draw at a moments notice. A smirk crossed her lips, such a defense of what she deemed a useless object. She heard just enough of Farrin's speech to know its importance, but it still didn't impress. Not to say it didn't intrigue her, Cita hadn't seen anything like it before. She did conclude it would likely catch a hearty price should the right story be spun behind it.

Cita took Alcello's last words to heart prompting her to turn about, gazing at the other individuals that were also witnessing the scene. She Noticed Alcello seemingly reach for a weapon, prompting Hakim to go on the defensive. She cocked her head, fearing the quest ahead. Doubts filled her mind as to who would slit the others throat first. Cita did her best to take subtle steps back from the group. Still staying close enough to listen, but back enough that should a brawl erupt, she had her easy out. 

Cita was perplexed though, as to how the strange and voluptuous woman could even see the egg. Cita cocked her head and focused on Nekarta's face, or rather what was visible. Confusion swept her mind, ideas of strange vision, or maybe it was a ploy. A thin fabric that was one way. [i]Ah yes, that's got to be it.[/i] She thought confidently. Her concluded mind was interrupted by an frustrated soldier. A large imposing male, brandishing a long sword approached her slowly. His lumbering form didn't impress her, She thought he might even be a bit impaired from his wide swaying stride. Cita scoffed as he swore at her, "This dull knife can't cut an apple! you said it was worth a lot!". Cita turned her back more towards the man a he drew closer. The man moved to the left and right, trying to get a view of her but she denied it at every turn by adjusting her pose to only show him the cold shoulder.

"Listen you bitch, you sold me this useless knife." He said angrily, pointing and waving around a small dagger.

She turned to him, trying not to make a scene, "It was pried from a dying man, a legendary traveler to parts unknown." Her thoughts flashed to snatching it from the Carriage drivers belt not too long ago. She gazed about it, "It's an Heirloom. You can probably get a lot for it in Roshad, it has all the markings." She was counting on him not knowing those were merely rust stains.

"Oh?" The man said. He slowly backed off and began examining the blade, taking the bait flawlessly. "Roshad huh. I've never been there."

[i]Of course you haven't.[/i] She smiled, "Yes, its most certainly a family heirloom and would fetch a pretty coin for who ever returned it."

His anger sated, turned his attention from the blade and on to her. "Heh, Maybe when I sell this, I'll give you a profit." he snickered, "In the form of me laughing in your face."

Cita's disappointment in the man was made manifest on her face, but she didn't force it into words, instead merely turning away from the dullard and back to the group. She gazed about her belongings, making sure her dagger was in her belt. She didn't need to check for her Naginata, as its heavy weight was proof enough. Though what was in a satchel she snatched from that young girl, Nat's mangled body held her prize. Various Bottles and sacks of strange ingredients, a mortar and pestle and her prize, two still moist snake glands wrapped in loose canvas. She smiled and looked around at the group, "Any of these fools tries anything, they'll regret it."