Quitxi blinks once at Sophie's approach, her shortsword half-hidden behind her thigh as she looks the woman up and down, as if seeing her for the first time.  She draws a steady breath through her nostrils, glancing around the room at the other patrons, her eyes resting on the massive woman in the doorframe.  She notes the pommel of the blade over Sophie's shoulder with some concern, her answer seeping out as if reluctant.  "Then it's true... you are a healer..?"  After a pause, she nods, sliding the smooth, filigreed blade from her hand back into its sheath at her hip.<br/><br/>She alternately watches Sophie's actions, having just seen her cleave a man into twain, and flits her gaze over the room.  "Maybe we should go somewhere more discreet..?"  she isn't sure what to do, so she lets her hands hang at her sides and squares up to Sophie, her dusk-glow face upturned to her with a lovely, if not exotic, grace.