Rauko can't help but feel proud of herself for keeping a straight-ish face at the appearance and act put on by her red-headed friend, even if she did allow herself the smallest of smiles while the armored woman's back was turned. Of course, it's right back to business once the Lady Ristani turns back around.<br/><br/>"Ah... I'm Rauko. Rauko Tori'ja." The infiltrator gives the Lady an honest smile as she produces a dagger from the belt hidden beneath her tunic, twirling it about on her fingers for the briefest of moments before slipping it back into its hiding spot. "I wouldn't say I have training, per se, but I have had some practice from time to time. It should help."<br/><br/>For a minute, the infiltrator debates telling the woman that her real talents are tied to being sneakier than anyone else she'd ever met.. but that's probably not the best way to start off a trusting work relationship. And she's not about to put any mistrust on herself that she doesn't have to.<br/><br/>"If I may ask, though... you said human caravan leaders. Are you not human?"