The draenei woman just stared at the grinning human for a moment, surpressing the urge to turn around to see if he was grinning so jovially at someone else. People usually just gawked when they saw a draenei, though they were a common enough sight now that people usually gawked subtly.
"Ah... hello." She looked to the older Death Knight, blushing a bit as she was referred to as "crispy". "Yes... you remember our encounter in the Burning Steppes then." She blushed a bit more, remembering it all too well. "I did stray a little too far north of Lakeshire, didn't I?" She smiled in appreciation as the draenei woman reined in their teasing.
"It is good to see you as well. I did not expect to find you three in such a cold place as this, clearly so different from our last... ah... warm surroundings." She didn't think she could blush anymore but she did, remembering the fire elemental she had managed to avoid, only to be chased by a black drake that had deemed her a tasty morsel. She had almost been cooked inside her armor like a roast chicken.
She finally turned to the friendly human male, trying to turn the conversation elsewhere than her embarassing exploits. "I am Annalay, paladin of the Silver Hand. Pleased to meet you." She gave a little bow, knowing the two male Death Knights were still probably grinning at her, their recollection of her "adventure" probably just as memorable to them.
Just then, she heard shouting and craned her head over her shoulder, wondering what it was about. She saw, ironically, a flight of dragons, or what looked like dragons, headed their way, with aggressive and large looking riders hefting... spears?
"Get down!" She pushed the human male out of the way, hoping the Death Knights would follow suit and take cover.