Are the docks so degenerate that a woman would only be here to...sell herself? It was a disturbing thought, but she really didn't have much options at this point. Going through the main gate would open her to suspicion, armed with an enchanted blade and chainmail like she was. And she couldn't simply hide it somewhere, too risky. So she was forced to again grit her teeth slightly to keep from rebuking the old man. "Begging your pardon sir, but do many such ladies come wearing armor?" she asks mildly. Surely he must have heard the jingling of the chainmail when she walked in. "I'm hoping you can help me. I'm looking for work, and not the sort that woman usually do around here." she says simply. She's still a little irked but keeps it hidden, since she is asking for a favor after all...