Hawke was keyed in to the presence of others, so she knew the second she heard a footstep closing in on the house there was someone coming. She glanced up when he entered the door frame, dark eyes giving him a slow and steady once over. She wasn't subtle about it, but she didn't need to be. They were about to be in close quarters more often, trying to get a read on a new person was only expected. And of bloody course, here was another gorgeous person to add to the pile. She would never question the taste of the people who did this.
"I've never been accused of being a saint before, but I'm a giver, what can I say? I was also very, very bored." She set the sewing aside and got to her feet, walking over to him to offer a firm handshake. "Marian Hawke, officially, but don't call me Marian, and I'm not a very official sort of person, so I'm just Hawke, hello." He did seem remarkably calm about everything at the moment, but she was a rogue surrounded by rogues. She knew the value in putting on a good face, and if that's what he was doing, she'd let him have it.
"Right then, come along, let's go put your things upstairs. There's two free bedrooms, I took the largest on because finders keepers, but the other two are larger singularly than the room I've been in at the inn, so." She did warn people on her post that she was very friendly, so until he told her to tone it down, he was going to get the full brunt of it at the moment. She led him up the stairs and gestured toward the other two rooms; they at last were closer to the bathroom upstairs, so there was that.
"I don't know how they made that ... what's it called. Elect... Lightning. Electricity!" She snapped her fingers in recollection. "Some houses have it, but I haven't figure out how to make it work yet here, so we'll have to deal with torches and the like." It's what Hawke was actually used to, so it wasn't a bother.
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"I've never been accused of being a saint before, but I'm a giver, what can I say? I was also very, very bored." She set the sewing aside and got to her feet, walking over to him to offer a firm handshake. "Marian Hawke, officially, but don't call me Marian, and I'm not a very official sort of person, so I'm just Hawke, hello." He did seem remarkably calm about everything at the moment, but she was a rogue surrounded by rogues. She knew the value in putting on a good face, and if that's what he was doing, she'd let him have it.
"Right then, come along, let's go put your things upstairs. There's two free bedrooms, I took the largest on because finders keepers, but the other two are larger singularly than the room I've been in at the inn, so." She did warn people on her post that she was very friendly, so until he told her to tone it down, he was going to get the full brunt of it at the moment. She led him up the stairs and gestured toward the other two rooms; they at last were closer to the bathroom upstairs, so there was that.
"I don't know how they made that ... what's it called. Elect... Lightning. Electricity!" She snapped her fingers in recollection. "Some houses have it, but I haven't figure out how to make it work yet here, so we'll have to deal with torches and the like." It's what Hawke was actually used to, so it wasn't a bother.