That he wasn't looking where he was going was pretty damn obvious. "No problem," Loch told him. He wasn't what she would have expected a Guild Councilor to be like, but what did she even care if the mages picked airheads for Council up in their fantasy Tower?
Probably best buddies with Lionel, this guy—they seemed made for each other. He was the second person to ask her directly about the suit, after Philip—and she was in a good enough mood to find his babbling amusing.
"Preemptive measures. Been hearing about some mysterious illness from the Outlands for days now, figured I better put this on before it gets to the city." She held out a gloved hand. "Ah, where are my manners. Name's Loch Lemach. Harbormaster's assistant."