Joli blushes slightly and smiles, then rapidly looks away, when Lorraine nods her way.  She smiles with the spoon still in her mouth, covers her mouth self-consciously for a stifled laugh at his display.  "It's not what I was expecting, though-- I mean, some of these people seem very nice.  And you seem very nice," she says before spooning in a steaming bite of potato and broth.  She speaks around it anyway.  "So you're just going to join a caravan to somewhere and wander?  That's fascinating..."  She grins broadly and works in another bite of soup, swallowing this time before she continues.  "Maybe I could find a caravan headed somewhere.... what places have you been, anyway?"<br/><br/>She gives a flick of her eyes as she speaks to indicate the traders and guards, but not to seem hostile or overly interested.  "Are they with the caravans, too?  Because if so, then that means it's not impossible... I mean, for girl-- I mean,women-- to be taken seriously as guards, or for miscellaneous tasks then."  She tries to look stern and serious, but her eyes still twinkle.  "Thats, ah... that's good to know."  She nods, then takes another bite of soup.  "My uncle was-- I mean, before he retired-- an adventurer of sorts.  A task-master, sword for hire, but only to the right cause."  She grins, shrugs to one side and taps the bow that protrudes from her backpack.  "That's his.  He lef-- I mean, gave it to me."<br/><br/>She sips the soup, again.  "And, I mean, I know I'm throwing a lot of questions about, so shoot down any of those geese you wish.  But... what kind of art do you practice again?   Painting, weaving?  It must be difficult to find supplies when you're wandering, eh?"