Still cleaning up, the rogue smiles wryly and gives a subtle, glittering-eyed wink.  "That's sweet of you to say, considering I almost shaved an accountant--"  she eyes the remaining accountant.  "You-- scram".  She continues as if she never stopped, "--because I thought I'd caught two ring-leaders having a divvying session."<br/><br/>She listens to Sophie's suggestion about staying together, nodding faintly, but at the last half of that clause--<i>and share a bedroom?</i>--  Quitxi freezes, mid-stride, en route to the armory.  She swivels her eyes up slowly to Sophie's, her bee-stung lips hanging slightly agape, before she shakes it off-- literally, shakes her head back and forth comically, but not overtly, to snap back to reality.  "Um-- yes, certainly."  She eyes Sophie's bloodstained armor and tries not to gape.  She resumes her search.  "For safety's sake, of course.  Keep watch and all."<br/><br/>Her breathing seems a little more rapid, her nostrils flair delicately, as she clears her throat to begin.  "That armor's probably an heirloom-- I'd say nobility, but it's hard to be sure.  Much too big for our likes-- maybe Sweetwater?  If you've an interest?  Otherwise, I haven't heard of any 7-foot nobles going missing, so let's leave it be."  She readjusts her backpack over her shoulders and swivels her gaze over the rest, looking in particular for anything that appears unique, engraved, or otherwise stands out.  Of course, some of the best items are those that don't stand out in the least, so she has to go with her gut... which, by the way, feels like it's full of butterflies.