Upon sitting down, Signy had opened up the leather pouch and withdrawn a few small pieces of metal and a loop of wire, and she was now engaged in twisting the wire around one of the longer pieces of metal, slowly and precisely. She had glanced up when Hilda approached (far far far up, with a brief flash of curiosity), and nodded politely at what she was fairly sure was a polite greeting. She looked down to make another delicate loop, and then heard Coan's question. "It's... well, mostly bits of this and that, I'm making a spring for... probably the kind of trap we used to use to catch nugs, if I can find the parts here and there. I'm not sure exactly what to do with it, but it might be good for something." It might turn out useful, or it might not; Signy was sure that Imenry and the knights would be back with lots of surface animals to eat, of whatever variety lived around here. But it might come in handy for something.
She went back to twisting and wrapping, glancing up every now and then to regard the new arrivals to the fire. Savio, who she'd seen briefly as he reclaimed his dog, Quintus who she did not know, would not have recognized from Vigil's Keep even if she did, and Ashya, who she had met once before. After the mage asked for introductions, Signy could feel her throat tightening in a fluttering, unpleasant nervousness. And Imenry wasn't even there to — well, to do what Imenry always did, simply stand there and be reassuring and somehow make it so that it was just the slightest bit better. She glanced around, and took a breath, and, with a hesitant smile, spoke up. "I'm Signy, I'm," what a mess, explaining herself. And it was only getting more complicated as time passed. "A Grey Warden," she managed, and stopped twisting her wire long enough to laugh, nervously, at herself. "I don't know if that was obvious or not."