Jono rolls her eyes, and the man blushes faintly. “Don’t listen to him,” she sighs, frowning faintly at the star struck look in the man’s eyes.

Zakiyya glances up when she sees movement, and she frowns faintly. “Excuse me for a moment,” she tells a crying NPC. She approaches the other desert warrior, her hand casually drifting to her sword at her hip. “May I help you?”