She noticed Mort's rather enraged state, and soon realised that his palms bled with hardened fists. She put a hand on his shoulder, just like he always did to those that he tried to calm down, but at the same time she felt reckless for doing it. Her right hand jumped slightly from his shoulder before coming back, showing a sign of hesitation, showing her weakness to the heavily-muscled Zaunites. There was an anxious look in her face, and it was no act at all. She looked into the man's face, from the side, and then turned her head to where she saw Trixy's shadow. Imbecile, she thought of the little girl, you'd be sold to slavery here if you're alone. Her thoughts gave her subconscious mind a sign that she somewhat had relations with a Zaunite. But unknown to her was the name, or position, of this relative.