Guilt did not sit well with Drina, and she certainly felt a bit guilty about jumping down his throat. He had never meant to rouse her anger, but her temper was flaring in this place with the lack of concrete answers. It just so happened that Cathair was the person to receive her first rant (because she doubted very seriously that it was the only one she was going to have). She pulled her thick, long hair back into a ponytail, before clearing her throat.

Drina wanted to see the layout of the shops that he had mentioned, and she figured that the pub wasn't far off from the rest of the buildings. If she had been on her own, searching for food probably would have been something she did much later, but just thought of food had a low hunger rolling in her stomach. She could tell that he was a bit wary about escorting her to the pub, and it would have been an amusing thought if she wasn't stressed beyond belief. "Lead the way, then," she offered, hand placed firmly on her hips.