[ She tilts her head, exposes the line of her neck as she thinks - still hasn't gotten her scarf back since Maine took it to blot his blood. Might not for awhile. The high-necked cut of her jacket now tasked with shielding her from the cold.

An invitation, perhaps. Though nothing to give too much. ]

Well, you haven't told me all the particulars yet. Do you have somewhere in mind? Or shall whilst I convince these men to respect me as a woman and warrior, be caught openly with someone and be called every vile thing for it?