She wasn't alone. Hazel eyes slid to the side instantly the moment she sensed another's presence. Her hold on the broomstick reversed, subtly positioned to use it as a weapon in case a saboteur had decided to slip into the fortress. However, when she heard the feminine sound of a throat clearing behind her, she relaxed nearly instantly...certainly an intruder endeavor to move soundlessly through the Keep if spying was the aim. She spun around, blinking at the half-dressed woman by the door and instantly hid the broom behind her back like a chastised child caught sneaking a cookie out of a jar before dinner.
Deidre wasn't certain as to how long she had been standing there. Taking in the dark coloring and sinewy frame, the woman gave off an intangible, yet intimidating aura. She knew a fighter when she saw one, having spent a life interacting with all sorts of people, living and on occasion dead, from all walks of life. She instantly flashed Imenry a sheepish, yet gregarious smile. "Not to worry," she reassured her. "Just temporary insanity on my part. If you like, I can shelve the musical number in favor of something more dramatic and tragic." She hoped the other woman wasn't annoyed at least, she was certain that the larder was far enough from the main cluster of sleeping quarters that she wouldn't wake anyone. It looked like the other brunette had just rolled out of bed, after all.
She finished gathering up the rest of the mess, chalky particles and sharp shards of clay laden on a pan before it was deposited in a convenient dustbin somewhere in the larder. Moving around, she busied herself with pilfering the items she needed -- there was a jar of mustard at the nearest shelf, and she managed to procure a head of lettuce and some tomatoes from the ice box. Cured beef was instantly detected and acquired as well, dragged from one of the cupboards. She could have easily been a mainstay in the Keep for longer than a mere week, with how easily she found the items she needed for a sandwich. Then again, finding things no matter how well hidden was a skill she had developed into an art form over the near-decade she had spent as a scholar chasing long lost secrets.
After finding a loaf of crusty artisan bread from the back, the armful of ingredients was dumped into the nearby counter. "I've seen you around but I don't think I ever caught your name," she continued conversationally, finding a knife and spinning it deftly between her fingers. The point drove downwards onto the loaf, deft flicks of her wrist working to carve out several slices. "I first saw you when the Warden-Commander returned with more of his recruits. Are you one of them?"
She looked up at that, green-flecked irises falling on Imenry where she stood, her smile lifting higher at the corners of her mouth. "My name's Dee," she introduced. "I was sent here as an envoy from Queen Anora's research panel on the Blight. What's yours?" She lifted the rest of the loaf in invitation. "Want a sandwich?"