She was panicking, her breathing hitching.. Her eyes dropped to his body to keep his eyes from looking into hers.  Was she lying?  There were signs sure but the signs weren't universal were they?  Borkul had dealt with his fair share of cheap liars and backstabbers, there was always a tell of some kind.  But he could see that she had nothing really gain from telling him the truth, or at least nothing to lose by telling him a lie.  “Katya Windhelm huh?”  Borkul would ask, a little disbelief in his voice but he didn't play much more into it.  If that was how she wanted to introduce herself then that was how he was going to accept her.  First impressions right?  “Well whatever the reason it is nice to meet you, my name is Bor-”  However a sudden thud above their heads would stop Borkul from speaking.<br/><br/>Just like Katya the Half Orc was quick to withdraw his weapon, a hunk of metal fashioned to be a cleaver with the blood of High Elf staining it's blade.  His eyes went up to the ceiling, a sudden second thud and whoever had been on the roof was now on the floor outside.  He didn't respond to Katya when she professed her disbelief, Borkul quickly walking over to the door as Katya got a view from the window.  “Probably not, but I don't need him drawing attention.”  Borkul stated before opening the door, quickly grabbing the man by the collar of his jacket before yanking him into the house.  Quick to shut the door and bring his cleaver to the man's throat.<br/><br/>“You following us?”  Borkul asked, seeing a human now beneath his weapon.  A rather well equipped human...  With a giant crossbow.  Even if he was threatening the man with a weapon to his throat Borkul was confused and studying him, showing no signs that he was about to run the man through.  “This guy has the same bolts that were sticking out of those High Elf Guards.”  Borkul stated, seeing a rather full quiver of bolts.  “Guess our guardian choose to find us instead.”  The Half Orc laughed softly, removing his cleaver from the man's throat before helping him back up.  “Quite the shot aren't you?”