Nina wasn't so much caught off guard as she had her eyes trained on the door he appeared in. She had to give it to him, he'd been damn quiet. Quiet enough that if she'd been less alert she would have been surprised. But not being alert meant you got dead pretty fast, so she wasn't into it.
Her own gun, an assault rifle from her Guard days, was across her back, and her sidearm was on her hip. She didn't reach for either, since he seemed to not be reaching yet for an arrow. Which was pretty fucking neat. Someone knew how to do things right.
"Depends on your idea of what's good and what isn't," she answered. "If you're all about getting your drunk on, then welcome to the bar. If you're looking for just about anything else, you're shit outta luck."