Lyrisa attempted to hold in her anger, but it burst out slightly as the waitress left, "Damnit! What's so unimaginable about a seventeen year old traveling on her own huh!?" Her fists slammed into the table rather hard. Enough to make her wince and lay her head down on the table, wrapping her hands up in her robe in an attempt to stop the pain. It passed relatively quickly. "That smarts. . ." At this point she was aware of the stares of all the idiots in the tavern. "Idiots. . ." She mumbled as she had her head on the table. After recovering she looked up at the man she shared the table with. She couldn't help but notice that he's staring at her. . . Still. "You got a problem with me, [i]pal[/i]?" She added extra emphasis on the last word. She didn't have a single sarcastic bone in her body. . . More like seven or eight.