"It's still crowded."

This coming from a woman who looks like she could fit in with the whole era of the Drabwurld, if it weren't for the pistol by her side. Her saw cleaver is tucked away under her cape for now, though it's easy to see whenever she turns. Her eyes wander to the Corinthian and blink, unsure if he was talking to her, or someone else. She answered, of course, but there's always the possibility of him being absolutely insane and is only talking to himself. That was common back in Yharnam, at least.