Buttercup jumps back a little, more in surprise at the interuption than any sort of other reactions. "That's my witcher...I...my FRIEND," she corrects, ducking her head. "That is to say...Well, never mind, really, it's not as though he's going to know ever, but..."
And then she blinks at the person in front of her. Travel may have accustumed the bard to a lot but this is...new. "Are you...this is rude and I apologize but..who...that is to say, WHAT are you?"