"Wait. How did you go to the..." she trails off, and then lightly rests her face in her palm. "For the love of- that's fan-tastic. So the temple's bigger and more crowded than I thought?" She purses her lips. "Well that's a pity. I suppose you'll have to deal with me hanging around firing arrows lamely into the crowd instead." Clearing her throat, she adds, "And our harpy patron back home would<span style="font-style: italic">strongly</span>disagree about how cold I am." She brushes imaginary feathers off of her chin, smiling.