Alina tries to resist the grip on her elbow at first, glancing over her shoulder towards Iskra and Vojislav's shop.

"I actually had an order that--"

But the other guy is getting up, now, and he's going back to one of the other apprentices in his master's shop, and Alina just sighs, turning to accept the current that sweeps her alongside Tony.

Her gaze darts briefly towards him a moment after that, briefly registering the strangely affirming feeling that came with having someone stand up for her about that. There's a certain kind of validation that only a stranger's eye can offer, and there's something about the interaction that leaves her feeling like, bones jutting out of her collar like a mountain range or no, she still gets treated like any other girl.

"If you're looking for blacksmith work, you want to talk to Vojislav and Iskra." She tells him, as the foot traffic settles around them. "The Zlatniki are doing their best to stop people from working with us, but there are still more Rubeans than not who'll take our business. It's just about finding the right ones."