"Hammer strike ye, stow your curses!  Your runner caught me in the bath, and I figured I'd rather you not try and push one of your nonsensical 'decency' fines on me," Velma spat back as the dragonborn gave her lip, adjusting her glasses again quickly. "Besides,<em>whom</em>is the one upending their planned day to assist you again at the drop of a hat, or rather a call of her name?"<br/><br/>She stopped before the two of them, glancing the male over, then the captain, and gave a bit of a grunted 'hmph' as she looked between them.<br/><br/>"And I'm not sorry I missed the start of the argument," she concluded, before offering to shake the man's hand with a smile. "Velma Thunderaxe, trained alchemist - not a mage - and primarily a private investigator and not some paid mouthpiece for Captain Rekterinias as you seem to believe.  I think I recognize you from the Split Pig, my father's place, so why don't you go have a drink there on me when you're done showing me to the body?  As much information as you can provide would be very greatly appreciated, and thank you in advance, Captain Naran."