"Nephew,"  She said with a grin. "Flint is my adorable nephew, far older than me, and sadly will likely outlive his dear young aunt."<br/><br/>She hoped anyway; she wasn't exactly sure how long werepandas lived - in part because best she could tell she was the last one and because the only records she had to go by involved tragically short lives marked by violent demise - but she was pretty sure a not-really-middle-aged dwarf should have more years left in him.  Again barring the tragically short life marked by violent demise, but she chose not to think of that part often.<br/><br/>"Glad you know him though, and that you believe me; didn't have anything to hide, but you know how situations can look sometimes," she continued, calmly and quietly retrieving her weapons and pouch, not bothering with her shredded clothes (she had more for a reason, and this was it). "Will the fisherman be there?  I feel I owe the fisherman and his wife some compensation for the mess I've made, sans the door... seriously, I UNLOCKED it for you not even a minute before..."<br/><br/>She was (mostly) chiding playfully, 'cept the part where she wasn't paying for the door.  Once she had her gear, she moved to the man, Jandance.  Odd name, reminded her of 'jaundice'...<br/><br/>"I work with the Defenders often enough, so I know just how much you love arriving on scene to an armed suspect," she responded to the man, chuckling a little for a reason only she really knew about. "Oh, and can I stop and clean off on the way?  Clothes got shredded and I think I still have blood on me I couldn't get off.  Won't take long, promise; I got a meeting with an important friend soon, probably'll have to run back home after my statement though to meet them! though."