She gives herself a quick once-over. He's fairly assessed that she's got a few rips and tears in her robes, especially at the well-worn edges, and they've definitely been dragged through the wet winter muck a bit, but it's not so bad. She just bathed, like, two weeks ago, and she even washed the robes while she was at it. No need for drama.

"Yes, you're a master of wheedling out information." And it's said with a degree of fondness, for all that Lee bemoans his dishonest ways. Alastair has a flair for it, a clear and solid skillset that he's dedicated to honing, and Lee can appreciate his talent.

"Oh, not nearly as much as you do." Here they are, back to normal. She's smiling into her water despite herself.