Her eyes flickered over his clothing and armor slowly as his comment about being overdressed and stifled the response that he could always take something off when he continued speaking. Imenry sat back in her chair easily, fingers resting on the rim of her glass. Her tongue traced the line of her teeth and tucked thoughtfully into her cheek.
"It's only obvious if you're looking. And no, I'm not." She lifted the glass again and took a sip. Her gaze moved to the bartender. It was true enough she'd inquired about work when she'd first arrived. The men behind the bars at such establishments tended to have an ear to the ground. Perhaps they even got a little bigger of a tip for their assistance.
"Aurin," his name rolled slowly off her tongue. "I'm Imenry. It's true that I am looking for work. What exactly did you have in mind?"
She would hear his proposal and whatever he was offering and decide whether it was worth her time. She wasn't desperate for work at the moment, but it always helped to have extra coin in one's purse, and she always enjoyed a challenging fight. So long as this man wasn't looking to track down a runaway bride or missing child. That would certainly be of no interest to her.