[Crimson eyes looked up through the drooping point of her headwear that had just been wrung out and found its place on the top of her head. The towel thrust into her line of sight was a kind gesture, but she typically complained about the air being too dry anyway; she felt the need to stay damp a little longer. A hand raised to decline gently, but her attention seemed to remain on the... well what was it? The technology was not as primitive as was usually customary to this era. It at least was a bit more advanced. It was no Aegir tech, but it was certainly a step up.]

"No, thank you. I do not need such an item, I ask that you understand, even if you are offended."

[The overly polite manner of speaking was the default for the hunter when on land or with strangers. Her nature was far more harsh the closer to her someone was emotionally. Quite the opposite personality trait, wasn't it?]

"Can you please debrief me on this place? This is not Rhodes Island, Iberia, Saltwind City...or anywhere I recognize on my travels."

[A glance back towards the lake.]

"The water is not even saltwater."