Signy managed to blush and perk up at almost the same moment: she was still ashamed that she was obviously hungry, but thrilled at the prospect of getting something to eat. "If you're willing," she responded quickly. Enthusiastically. While trying to figure out if she had the coin necessary—maybe? Somewhere? Waiting, jingling in a pocket, for the opportunity to be transferred into nug and potato and ale.
It could be, Signy realized, a good opportunity to learn more about the temperament of the woman she was about to pay to escort her down out of the mountains, though: if the trip was over a week, and they'd be alone in the Frostbacks together, it would be a good idea to scope out more of what this warrior was like. And, Signy realized with a start, her name.
She really ought to have asked that earlier.
"Then, let's talk over a plate of nug. Is it true they don't have nug on the surface, for the most part? I've been told that." Wait, she had meant to say her name, not question to the local wildlife. "I-I'm Signy, by the way," she said, without preamble or direction-changing in the conversation at all.