"Rich pilgrims with swords, huh?  That's a bit strange, don't ya think?  What do you suppose they're here for, Doogy?"  She's not sure what kind of woman would flirt with these men, but went with vapid and questioning.  Feeling him swell under her thigh, she knew whatever she did, he wouldn't care what type she was.  Keeping the information-hole gabbing, she wriggled her hips a little on him, encouragingly.