(Takes her a moment.)
“Oh me? What did you call me?
(not waiting for an answer.)
I’m fine, these (Chak) horse thieves (Trade-Speak) couldn’t have hit the bucket when they piss.”
(She suddenly realizes something, glances at K’ain’s head wound and grins sheepishly.)
(She sheathes her G’orlar and pulls aback her loose hair.)
“Anyway of course I’m coming. I have yet to give my regards to my gracious host.”