Y'know, when Steppe Archer was grateful that the guards weren't jerks, she didn't expect that meant that someone had to fill the quota for them. She had a feeling the lush was going to be a problem but...really? Talking about knockers the moment people with guard emblems rolled up while offering to shack up with them? Steppe Archer would cast one long, disgusted look at the man before one of her rolled up sleeves slowly unfurled down her left arm, her shoulders completely falling slack. That...might be the first time since the two had seen her that all enthusiasm from her face just VANISHED. Bad memories of the idiot she left home to get away from were surging forward, each one of them making a tiny vein on Steppe Archer's temple grow just a tiny bit more pronounced. 

It would take her taking a deep breath to collect herself before the archer would point her finger accusingly at the man, being direct with saying: [color=CC6633][b]"Sir, we're members of the guard patrol. Any grabby-hands are going to be seen as not just illegal, but assaults on our persons. So, just...don't,"[/b][/color] she would say, giving fair warning. After this, any touching would mean that a swift kick to the dick would be an acceptable means of dealing with this kind of idiocy. [color=CC6633][b]"Anyways, like my friend said, it might be for the best if you head on home. Don't want a headache during your work tomorrow, right?"[/b][/color]

Steppe Archer would make sure to step ahead of the Druid Girl, not wanting the perv to be staring at her "huuuuge knockers". Like, they were nice and all but...she could have sworn most of the guild girls were bigger. Not that Steppe Archer particularly saw the point in being envious of large breasts; For her, she'd always dreaded the idea of getting too big up top, since it made archery really hard. She'd had a friend back home who, after hitting puberty, had to start hunting with a crossbow since her womanly assets kept bumping her bowstring. ...Now, Steppe Archer was starting to see why she found a marriage partner so early. Were...were boobs all that men cared about? Didn't hunting prowess count for anything?

Steppe Archer would stop such thoughts before she started sounding like her mother. Or grandmother. Or grandmother's mother's mother. Jealousy was unbecoming...and besides, if THIS was the kind of attention such things garnered, she was glad she wasn't a buxom woman. She would however later on try and make sure that Druid Girl would cover her chest more, since she doubted one man was in the minority on staring at them. Big Red was thankfully not that interested in human girls it seemed, and treated them with respect that felt genderless...save for his comment on whether they could wrestle a drunk. 

Was she still bitter? No. Definitely not. Absolutely not. Maybe. Yes. Yes she was. 

[color=CC6633][b]"Anyways, its either your nice warm bed at home, or a cell at the guard house. Your choice."[/b][/color] Steppe Archer said, proudly puffing her chest out with her shield in front of her, showing that she meant business.