As with every other time when she was knitting, Moira had been so submerged in the activity she hadn't heard any commotion, or even the door opening. The fact that she had been humming a song her troupe was particularly fond of didn't help. When she heard a voice that wasn't hers, however, Moira stopped humming and looked up to find a slightly shocked-looking man saying hi. "Hullo!" She said with a smile. If Moira had learned anything it was that being nice really went a long way. Maybe this man was the owner of the little forest house, in which case...it was wrong to be in somebody else's property uninvited, wasn't it? Looking around, Moira smiled again. "I missed the forest but not the rain, so I came here." She explained, hoping the implied comparison to a real forest would be some sort of compliment. If he really owned this place.
A second man came in talking about being property - which was wrong, people were indeed not property - and when he came to a standstill right behind the first man Moira waved with her knitting needles still in hand. He said something in the first man's ear that Moira couldn't quite make out but she had tried to, eyes narrowed and head tilted slightly to one side. "Is that about who's trying to make ye property? 'Cause I don't think ye can do that anymore." Which was a good thing.