Lydia looked at the cloaked figure with the mask... such a dramatic touch that she was quite sure that the person thought was either intimidating or simply mysterious. Neither really impressed a woman who had seen so many years of the world at it's best and worst. Still, all the reaction that she allowed was the arch of a red eyebrow and a quick look about. Lydia counted silently on her fingers, "I fear that our mysterious companion either has a vison issue, or failed remedial arethmatic... I only see 3 people, in all..." She glanced to the as yet unnamed man, "I get the distinct impression that it doesn't like you very much, dare I think that there's some frighteningly romantic disfunction in your past? Surely, the only way that this kind of venom occurs is a lover scorned." Her lips curled a little then, "Oh, hero or blaggard, it all evens out in the wash and I'm relieved to some small extent that, apparently, you're not the villain of the piece."<br/><br/>Her eyes returned to the great masked one, "As things stand, I don't recall you paying me, nor an offer of payment, so if you'll be so kind, don't attempt to command me again. I don't care if you're what passes for the local law, bully or simply having a bad day. None of these requires me to follow your assumed authority over me... On the other hand, I am relieved that I wouldn't have to listen to more of it if you're being gracious enough to not burdon me with it."<br/><br/>Lydia leaned back against the carriage again, her hands rested on the belt hung about her hips, "You do know, I'm sure, what assumptions lead to... so why don't you tell me the relevant statutes and codes that you're assuming that someone who has never seen your city may not know?" Lydia was aware of the particular laws, but wanted to yank it's tail just for the attitude.