She couldn't hide the grin that flashed across her lips with a laugh at the way the young woman looked, like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. The way she hid the broom behind her back, as if it might undo what Imenry had seen. But in truth she was more amused than anything. After constantly having been in the company of others on the road, she'd been seeking a great deal of solitude lately, and it was nice to know that someone else was here, poking into the food stores instead of sleeping.
She stepped further into the larder as the woman busied herself with finishing cleaning up. She was hungry for something, but she wasn't sure what. "It's fine. You know, my mother always used to sing while she cooked supper... so I gather you're not really that insane." She tilted her head slightly, smiling down at the other brunette. "As for drama and tragedy, I suppose I've seen enough of that already. You know what are interesting though? Dwarven drinking songs. I've heard those in just about every tavern across Ferelden."
Her eyes followed the other as she moved, picking things off the shelves with purpose. "I've seen you as well... and no I'm not a recruit. Signy is and I came with her. To watch out for her, if you would." She stepped slowly closer, watching her work her knife easily through the bread. What was she doing?
"Dee? You wouldn't happen to be... Dee who is well-traveled and can read almost any language?" She looked momentarily surprised, but then, maybe she was wrong. Dee might be a common name in Ferelden. "I'm Imenry... and sure. A sandwich sounds perfect."