As Zell walked up to her she waved to another hunter who raised a glass in a toast getting a rouse of laughter from that side of the hall, too far away to make out what the toast was about. Blinking she accepts Zell's cup, "Thanks, heh, not used to people just handing me drinks after a kill" her voice was soft and sweet, not what one would expect from a hardened hunter. She sat down on a large log bench before the guild halls ever-burning fire, she looks at Zell as he sits and propositions her for a hunt, "Depends," she says leaning back into the rough wall that the bench sat before. "What's the target?"