Oona has realized early on that cutting off limbs of people who tap her on the shoulder is impolite. A woman can't be unrestrained all the time after all... "Nah, I'm not lost...just hungry and jobless and wondering why I came to this place if it was gonna be like this." she rambles on to the gnoll. "What's it to ya?" she asks, not hostile but certainly not waiting for the niceties of social interaction.