Payne, now freed from her attacker, gasps a thank you to Lokin before he runs off to aid others in battle. Spinning a bit to survey the room, her eyes land upon Zurd who is seemingly enjoying the slaughtering a bit too much. A scowl settles upon her face, ``Hey, thanks for the help there. Don't know what I would've done without you.`` She then moves away from him, towards the dead orc that still held her dagger in his chest. ``Run out of things to say?`` With a sickening slurp of the muscles and tissue releasing her weapon, she tugs it free and then wipes the gore upon his chest.