What Hilda said was startling, even surprising... of course. Imenry hadn't known Vienne well, but she'd been one of Signy's fellow Wardens and of course the young dwarf would feel compassion for her fallen comrade. She wondered who else was missing or fallen, but was certain that the others would fill them all in before the day was over. Savio still remained, and though he was a strange and confusing man, he would at least be able to tell them what had happened.
Though she felt no personal loss at Vienne's death, she wanted to offer comfort to her friend. Using her free hand she reached out to lay a hand atop Signy's shoulder, squeezing gently as an offer of support and solidarity. Vienne's loss was a low, but if she could not even handle such a small skirmish, it was best they learned her limits now, rather than in a more dire situation.
Turning she frowned at Brennan and his comment. "I know I smell terrible. I was going to head for the Inn and a bath before I saw you. We just came from fighting Darkspawn, ghouls, burning them all, and then camping along the road. We haven't had a chance to wash up properly." She wasn't just smelly, and dirty, but she was tired and uncomfortable and still on edge. She'd had little sleep the night before, a trying previous day, and the delight of meeting Brennan again was dampened by this recent news.
Imenry dragged a hand across her brow, rubbing wearily at her eyes. She just wanted a hot bath, and to rest, and maybe dump some of her thoughts onto willing ears. Instead, she was met by the sight of an unfamiliar woman striding up to the group, fire in her eyes and tension in the lines of her body. Shifting her stance slightly Imenry was about to say something to the newcomer when she simply slapped Brennan, hard across the face. Imenry's eyes widened and she stared a moment. The skin there was quickly turning pink. Whoever this woman was, whatever reason she might think she had for her reaction, even if it might be justified, Imenry did not care. She was tired, and not in the mood for this shit.
Releasing Brenn she shifted forward, between him and the unknown woman, her own eyes narrowing slightly as her hands curled into loose fists. Her first reaction was to hit back, remembering back to a childhood when she'd always been standing up for her friends, usually with her fists. But this was not a sturdy mountain villager. The woman was angry, but she was fragile looking, with wild hair and eyes. Still, whoever she was... she wasn't welcome right here and now as far as Imenry was concerned. "Who... are you?" she demanded instead, stepping threateningly into the woman's personal space.