"Anna," the half-elf said. She ran a hand over her shaved head and checked her nose. Anna was roughed up, but it wasn't anything serious. The only thing still bleeding were her wrists, but this had hardly been the first time she'd had to rub her skin raw to make an escape -- just another layer to the tough scar tissue already there, "Nice to meet you, Michael."
Anna held his gaze, looking him over.
"It's not every day an elf helps a halfling," she said, "Is this your good deed for the day, or was there something you wanted?"
Normally she could tell what motivated people, but the longer she looked at the elf? The more confused she was. Anna wasn't used to running into people who just liked to help.