The bitterness in the woman's voice surprise Niko. Although it was an emotion he was more than accustomed with, he found it surprising given the context of the situation. Anger, fear, or simple cockiness were reactions more likely to be found in a captive, but not the resentment that appeared both in her face and her voice, her brow twisting into a dark look still visible on her pale, dirt-streaked face.
"Weren't paying attention?" Niko repeated, one eyebrow raised quizzically. "Then you should thank the Nine that we weren't bandits - or worse." He added, now crouching down on the balls of his feet in front of her, looking her over. Her armour looked unique; a combination of fur and leather that he had never seen before. He couldn't be sure of the hide used either, but the fur looked to be of a snow bear, the same as her hooded cloak. Realising that she was still carrying weapons, he removed the quiver from her back; the bow must have been picked up by Valerion or Rawlith - and unbuckled the sheath from her belt. He was about to just place it on the floor until his eye caught the strange hilt protruding from the leather sheath, and he slowly drew it out. Exhaling sharply, his piercing blue eyes met once again with her own ethereal ones.
"This is no ordinary dagger." He began in a hushed voice. "Who exactly are you?"