Grishka recoiled and shook her head after the halfling inquired about her status, somewhat suprized she wasn't concerned for her own safety. "Me? No, I'm fine." She deffinately didn't appear any different, save the concern on her face. While there was no direct perception of which gears were turning in Vilo's mind, Grishka wasn't in a position to remedy that. "But the women, producers, whatever. They've been muttering something while I've been cleaning the area. 'The small one.' I distinctly heard it!"