It was maybe lucky that Signy took that last comment as a compliment. It was good to hear that she was plainly no surface dwarf, no sad-eyed woman without Stone Sense or any notion of where and what they came from. (Well, yet.) And if even a topsider recognized it, Signy was glad to hear it. The need to be suspicious and less-than-trusting in this particular situation didn't even cross her mind, so briefly pleased was she.
And the idea that giving away information was a bad one? Had thus, for the moment, escaped her. "No, I was of Orzammar. Until very recently." The words still brought back sour memories—if nothing else, crossing the enormous hall, full of the statues of all the Paragons of Orzammar looking down at her, watching her leave forever for the surface. Dagna's statue was the newest among them. That had been the last official cut of her ties to her old life—the brand on her face had been the first, and, at least practically, the more painful. (Thankfully, she was almost uniquely equipped to deal with it. It had stung and bled and been awful. But now? The tattoo barely hurt at all. But the healing magic she knew had not taken the ink from her skin, even if it had soothed the bleeding and swelling.)
She looked up at the man running the stand, and watched as he prepared the plates of roasted nug meat—it looked like it had been cooking all day, and it smelled divine. But it would take time to slice, even if he offered no other preparation; she glanced at Imenry again, and, rather quietly, even shyly, continued, "And, it's nice to meet you, Imenry."
Just Imenry. Did she have no house or clan either? Signy had simply assumed that surfacers had something akin to houses, to castes, or… something of the kind. Signy would have given more information about herself (Signy of Dagna, Signy daughter of Signovar, Signy apprentice of Paragon Dagna) but all of these things were no longer true. And Signy, Casteless Exile was… already quite apparent. At least, she thought it so.
She fiddled more with her sleeve. She was nervous, yes, but silence was becoming more uncomfortable than conversing: "So you've traveled widely?"