[i]Well,[/i] he pondered after registering her presence, [i]that's one way to get some questions answered quickly.[/i] Though the timing was most unfortunate: regardless of anything else, Nuva felt like Morek would react rather poorly to learning he was part dark elf (if of course he didn't already know), given the history they and the dwarves had with one another. Or maybe he'd accept it and move on, defying expectations. And that was the crux of things: anybody who learned what he was might simply shrug their shoulders, or they might try to murder him on the spot, and whilst he could readily kill anybody who did so, he imagined that wouldn't be taken too kindly by authorities. He couldn't exactly read Morek overly well as it was, so best not to risk it with him.

And on the other hand... 'Secret,' Nuva greeted her, resigned to chatting with her for a moment with Morek gathering their respective food items. 'I wasn't expecting to see you here. I imagined Captain Kayden would have work for you at the guild house?' Realistically, there wasn't much Nuva considered them to have in common, so he figured smalltalk between them might turn somewhat vacuous rather quickly; best to stick to questions relating to aspects of herself, if anything. 'Or, perhaps, he'd have sent you out on another mission for him. I'm not exactly clear on the specifics of your work under him, of course,' he offered with a shrug. He didn't really care either; that wasn't part of his skillset by any means.