Sierra Emerson:
It was all Sierra could do to keep herself from immediately bashing this man's head in. Her nose twitched at the awful smell he gave off, a mixture of body sweat, liquor, and his own filth, all unpleasant odors by themselves, let alone together. Grimacing, she clenched her hands into fists, trying to keep as neutral of a face as she could.
If it were any other time and any other place, she might have broken his fingers or snapped his neck. Unfortunately for her, this was a delicate situation. She didn't want to anger the man or his companions, nor did she want to make a scene. All of this, from the potential bandits to the new group with the strange girl, could be a major breakthrough in her mission. There was no way she could risk ruining any of that.
Sighing slightly at her predicament, Sierra looked at the man and gave a tight smile. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid you have the wrong woman. Now, please, let go of me." Her tone was as polite as she could bare to make it, but it held a note of warning, something a drunken man like him might be unable to detect.
The large man was, indeed, far too drunk to be able to pick up on such a subtle thing as a warning tone.
"Wrong gurl? I don' think so, yew pretty enow, ain't ya?" He grinned and reached out to sling his other arm around her shoulders, jerking her arm again as he attempted to pull her onto his lap.
"Come 'ere, pretty. I jus' wan' a night." His foul scent was strong as he brought himself even closer to her, and as he reached for another drink from his mug he splashed half of the drink on Sierra by accident.
"Whoopsh..." His slow reaction did nothing to help.
The slightly smaller man next to him, the one he had addressed as Martin, seemed slightly more coherent, if not by much.
"Hey, let 'er go. Garret, I think she's a waitress, not one of tha others." He leaned over to pull the large man's hands off Sierra.
"Sorry... will ya get us another drink, purty please? 'E don't mean nothing by it." The drunk Martin shook his head slowly, a somewhat apologetic look on his face, but still not entirely comprehending the situation.