Having allowed herself to expect that the rest of the night would give her an opportunity to rest and relax and prepare for the next day, Fiona was getting a bit exasperated by the situation. She empathized with Derrix's insult directed at the dwarf, and had been thinking similar things herself, but clearly this Shela was the type of woman who only fed off of such things. Showing that she'd gotten under their skin would only embolden her.

Which she'd certainly managed to get under Fiona's already, and with both Derrix and Sana storming off, it seemed to fall to Fiona to be the hostess of the cave, so to speak. It was a job she didn't want; sleep sounded nicer, but she couldn't until she was reasonably certain this dwarf, this corpse, and this other newcomer were trustworthy enough to lower her guard around.

She thought about calling after Sana to try and get her to come back, but stopped herself at the last second, figuring if anyone would do it, it would be Hugh. One less person to help her deal with the newcomers, it seemed. She sighed, tiredly, running a hand through her still damp hair and trying to work out a few tangles, before looking down at the sitting dwarf. Assuming that "Red" was referring to her, she answered the question.

"We're on a job," she explained. "Collecting ingredients to help treat a rare case of cinder sickness that sprang up in a village orphanage. We've collected one of the five things we need, and we're on our way to the next."