The blonde woman's reaction was not one Sigrun was expecting. If a handshake is a customary greeting where two hands touched, then wouldn't any inoffensive area be taken as a friendly hello? Either way, she stood down from the idea of attempting to constantly press against the cartilage of her nose. After a few awkward moments, the woman finally spoke.<br/>"Were you looking to hire me, or am I already fired?" she inquired.<br/>When people react this way, it usually means they want to distance themselves as far from the knight as possible. Even with a nine and a half foot pole, because her halberd she carries on her back certainly seemed longer. Of course, shortly after her interrogation, a strangely dressed (Or, undressed) man approached the two with a mocking query of his own. The question went over her head, because she obviously wasn't great, by her standards, so he was clearly referring to someone else. She spent the next moments examining him top to bottom. When her eyes reached his feet, her mouth was opened once again:<br/>"You might want to wear shoes. You'll turn into a bandit if you step on a nail."<br/>Obviously, this logic only makes any sort of coherent sense to her, and only she would pick out such a minute, trivial detail out of everything else that was strange about the man standing before her.