[notDEADyet]

The twitch towards a weapon didn’t escape her sight, Embla was comfortable in the fact that the piece would stay the stranger’s hand hand. As confidant as she had been, when it was obvious there wasn’t about to be a battle she allowed herself to relax just a fraction, paying more attention to the stranger’s words than to her actions. It was so nice when people could get along and not murder one another for a few short hours.

Despite the heavy accented words the compliment was easy enough to pick up on, perhaps she was simply practiced in gathering compliments from strangers. She wouldn't think to hard on that. Oh, I like her very much. Her glance didn’t waver as she wanted to glance back towards the window, but her statement was obviously for the partner left in the church to destroy property.

The thought of turning down the offer of an arm didn’t cross her mind. She wouldn’t consider being so rude when there was no reason to be. “I believe most would call me Archer. And just what might I address you as?”