"Alone? Surrounded by all these people?" There's a brightness to her voice. Not anything genuinely cheerful, but bright as the winter's sun on morning frost. "And here I'd have thought such an enterprisin' gentleman such as yourself would not give up as easily as all that."

Those sharp eyes are back on him, trying to see how serious he is underneath the flippancy.

"Werewolves? And... nature spirit? Now I do hope Lady Fortune was kind enough to leave you with some weapons to deal with such things."

Like guns. Like prayers.