"Seems more your talents than mine." He scowled at her then, still standing in her way. "Can't go looking for a murderer while I have to babysit you, woman. Do you not understand that?"
Proof that Owainn was still human, buried somewhere in there. Calling her 'woman' was less detachment than calling her 'whore', though that's what he wanted to do. Her name was Nell. He knew it. He was choosing not to use it.