"Cute--?" That's not one she's used to hearing - certainly not from tall-men. It's... a little embarrassing, but she guesses she doesn't really mind...? God, she can feel her face turning red. This is stupid. Maybe she can play it off.

"I, uh-- guess I've been going to the wrong places, then." Not untrue. The Island's taverns were mostly populated by adventurers and locals, and her chances with either group were... bad.

Dwarves had a reputation on the Island, after all. And Namari had a reputation among dwarves. Even among the portion of people who may have been looking for company instead of just for food and drink between shifts or dives, the number that'd potentially be interested in her would be pretty low.

But-- she guesses this isn't the Island. Is this something she should just expect here? Getting hit on in bars?

"Y...yeah?"