She draws to a halt, her eyes slowly traveling over the man -- ah, elf -- where he sits. "In there?" she repeats, lifting her chin towards the door of the inn. Food doesn't sound terrible, but the lack of alcohol is troubling news indeed. Still. Take what you can get. It took months of fighting before she worked her way up to buying luxuries like that on Sakaar.

Might be the same here, for all she knows. She still hasn't figured out what this guy wants for the info.

She pauses, then shifts her weight on her feet, cocking an eyebrow. Might as well dig for more, if he's doling out information. "Someone's got an interest in keeping us fed, then?"