Joli begins to form an avalanche of bullshit in explication of her talent's various realms, her crystalline blue eyes dancing up and left in clear indication of a bluff.  Her hands splay like she's grasping for the proper device with which to demonstrate the vast array of her martial expertise and capabilities for scouting, hunting, and other cunning tasks-- when Balfor interrupts.  Grinning with wide eyes and arched brows, perhaps indicative of great surprise or of incredible relief, Joli puffs her cheeks and smiles to Lon, nodding vigorously in assent at his unspoken suggestion. She accepts the ale-- now, to this brand of drink she is NOT a stranger, but the quantity is probably more than she's been offered publicly, and she grins appreciatively to Lon.<br/><br/>She dips her face to sip off the foamy top before adding her own elaboration.  "We're both experienced.  I'm excellent in the back of a wagon.  I mean, on a wagon.  Er... on my feet, that is."  She smiles broadly to Balfor then.   "And we'd be exceptionally glad to join you."