Risa held her hand out, flexing her fingers, testing the versatility of the bandaging. She grunted her approval after making a tight fist without it slipping. "I doubt she is." she murmured in a low voice, knowing damned well how easily whispers carried, especially in an empty room. Her eyes ran over the woman slowly, then slid back to the undead beside her. "No marks, at least not that I can see." she added just as softly, leaning forward on her elbows. Lifting her drink, the ale she had bought in the first place, she rinsed the all too familiar taste of blood from her mouth. Her eyes roamed over what she had deemed her companion of the day, taking in the leathers and nimble hands. Her own ran over her bags almost unconsciously, testing for weight and any missing bumps.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>