"So there is hope for...well...wherever you come from." She crosses her legs and holds takes a long drink of her beer. It wasn't the most classy beer, but drinking for the sake of getting drunk never exactly called for classy.

She's half-listening to him talk, mind completely gracing over the 'easy access robes', and she set the glass down. "Well that sounds lame. So, what? They lock you up or something?"

But she smirks at his comment about the men, and doesn't hide the fact that she's turning around to look at them for the umpteenth time. "Oh trust me, they're not looking to hire. Leeeet's just say the natives aren't exactly too fond of us "imPorts". Or maybe they're just offended by your dress."