"Great, no plan. It's a good thing that we're supposed to be diplomats, Ancestor's... Kneecaps-" Falina censored herself at the last minute, certain that the last thing Ordhan wanted to hear was a rather vulgar curse. "Anything else and we'd be the sludge on the bottom of darkspawn boots by now." She chewed her inner cheek for a moment, crossing her arms over her chest as she thought. "The others didn't want to follow it? It's a better place to start than the one that we have now." Even if Lalin had been mistaken, at least they'd tried to follow a lead, rather than wait for it to expire. "If it was the same man, I'm sure that we aren't staying unnoticed, he could already be gone!" She furrowed her eyebrows frustratedly. Not following it was absurd, and made so little sense that Falina wanted to scream.
She cast a quick glance over her shoulder to Lalin, wondering if she should just ask for the man's description herself. She'd figure out the rest, confident that all she needed were the basics of his appearance.
Ordhan's voice was laced with disgust, and Falina returned her gaze to his angry features. Her eyes widened for a second, and she playfully crossed her arms over her chest. "Hey, Sparky. I'm a pretty girl, it's not that unbelievable!" His glare was rather intense and she sighed, really... between him and Cormac, it was a miracle that the street urchin had gotten as near to her upon the entry to the Alienage, as he had. And he'd been a beggar. "Relax. What Dolain lacks in subtlety and brains, he makes up for in..." Falina paused, face scrunching into a thoughtful expression. "Well, nothing really. It's fine. He's a fool, but he's nothing like the leeches back home." She patted his forearm with a smile. "It was a really gross once over, well... he did it twice. So a really gross twice over. Seriously, nothing that a threat of blinding and a scorned woman with a bow couldn't fix."