"His Peace." Briar returned the greeting smoothly now after hearing it so often. She didn't even need a Torc for locals to assume she was practicing, she just needed to look not Clovennian. Though she had attended the temple a few times, finding it surprisingly peaceful. Though that was neither here nor there.
The stitching was eagerly dropped and she gave the woman who she vaguely recognized a self depreciating smile that leaned closer to 'I am a fantastic wreck' rather than 'I daydream about ridiculous heists in my spare time', "I didn't plan this very well did I?"