Bessie
Opposed to Odvan's far warier approach, Morzza exhibited an unbridled curiosity, having never seen a Minotaur in person before. Fear did not even cross her mind, though she was aware of the damage such a being was able to cause, so she tempered her inquisitiveness and stood back, allowing the pair to speak. However, it was obvious to Rodric that his form was being scanned and picked apart from head to toe by the female.
Andrew
"Oh you're confused? I'm confused, too, what in Oblivion is a Minotaur doin' Falkreath!" He says, "And what do you mean by 'you lot', you know somethin' I don't?" He says, placing his hand on the pommel of his sword, "Cause if you're talkin' about Orcs the angry violent thing is a stereotype, and wood orcs are very... Woodsy." He looks at Morzza, "Would you stop lookin' at him like that, we've got no idea what this guy wants."
Bessie
"Precisely, we do not know what he wants, so I refrain from the unwarranted hostility you are displaying. Perhaps you could withhold judgment until he gives you a reason to act this way?" Morzza said, turning her attention towards her bodyguard. Despite her clearly criticizing him for his behavior, she did not appear to be frustrated with him; quite the opposite. 

"Not to mention, I have never seen one of his kind in person. Forgive my gazing, but you are simply fascinating." She turned back to the Minotaur.
Cameron
"It's fine, I guess. Look on if you want. But that's not what I'm here for."

*Rodric turned to Morzza and spoke for a moment, before once again turning to look at Odvan again with a very wary look in his eyes. As far as he knew, he was waiting to kill her on the road, and even if it wasn't his business to do such a thing, he had no intention to let some traveler get murdered. Now that he was closer, the odor of fresh blood and the briar heart seed was far stronger. He didn't need to see the wound to know it was there, and his previous thought that maybe, just maybe it was an injured alchemist carrying briar heart seeds, was disproven and gone. Rodric wondered how the Orc woman hadn't smelled the fresh blood, even if it was under a layer of clothes, and even if the difference between his sense of smell and hers was likely staggering.*

"Do I need to spell it out? I wasn't talking about the blood in your veins, I was talking about the damn hole in your chest."