Their steps slow, and they exchange a glance. Perhaps it would be worth it, or perhaps they'd cause a scene. People get weird about elves these days. Might be best to move along.
Sina's gait has quickened-- one doesn't spend one's life in a forest without knowing what it feels like to be watched by a predator-- but it slows again when she's addressed, turning with a little jump toward the man who is, unexpectedly, shorter than herself.

"Oh," she intones, and looks down, then behind her, subtly flicking her gaze to the now-retreating backs of the humans. Seeing that she clearly didn't drop anything, she draws her gaze back to the dwarf, wincing a little. She'll thank him once she knows he's not seizing an opportunity.