She was relieved that he had still had sufficient control to avoid a total massacre. She didn't look at the gaping crowd, she just simply said, "You should go, now." She headed for Kalabar and a drink. Before she got there, a particularly stupid or drunk man thought it might be a good idea to attack now that the danger was over, and that Gray made a good target. Before he laid a hand on her, she spun and caught hold of him with one hand, hoisting him clean off his feet and into the air, exhibiting far more strength than a woman of her size should reasonably have. "Are you mad?" she asked angrily. "I didn't have to stop him, you idiot. And I'm not entirely sure he'll listen to me twice. And besides that, you think he was frightening?" Something in her eyes, the same color as her name, made him start sweating profusely. "You don't want to see what happens when I get mad." And with that, she tossed him out the open door of the bar. She then resheathed her sword. "Now, that's done. Where's that drink?"