He chuckles watching her. Having seen all types since opening this inn from the cold well traveled wonder either aimlessly going from point A to point B or the same type on a quest, like Raven, to his other two guests who merely travel as a means to an end it still sometimes surprises him how some of his guests will fit into those categories.

Seeing her look at him after hearing him chuckle he averts his eyes to the bowl of portage he's holding as to not provoke her. She doesn't seem the type to threaten or attack him but no need to poke a sleeping bear.