Maria suppresses a frown as her cheeks flare up again. Was she really going to be this on edge every time she shifted to her female form?<br/><br/>"I'm fine, thank ya." With a tip of her non-existent hat, the monk looks over her shoulder at the darkness. Neither of the mages seem to be moving their way out, though. "Just, ah... a little bit hot."<br/><br/>And now that she's talking to the man, she can't really think of a discreet way to go and handle that particular issue.<br/><br/>"The Elfie'll prolly be down in a few... though if I might ask, what kinda salve are ya tryin' to find?" At least if she can make herself sound like she's taking an order, she'll have an excuse to duck out and sneak off to handle her problem. "I can go an' find the mage, if ya want, so ya don' have ta sit around an' wait for service..."