A nearby patron of the inn, dining alone, takes the opportunity to yell, "THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!" before snickering to himself. He then takes a few moments to think about what she said before eventually looking confused.
Unstirred even when used as a cushion by The Roc, I continue to have no choice but to be unsconscious, mooning the entire room with my steatopygous backside!