Darrow raised an eyebrow at the lackluster response, quietly going over what she'd said for a moment before internally rolling her eyes at herself. Sure, settled made sense to her, but to everyone else? Probably weird. In her defense, that was the first word that popped to mind. And maybe she should actually talk with people more, like her guards tended to suggest at the end of long weeks. Maybe.
She blinked at the woman's observation, thinking back through their entire conversation. She recalled vaguely thinking about catching the woman's name, early on, but apparently that had just. Completely slipped her by. Whoops.
"Well, that's embarrassing. On both our parts. Marshal Sabine Darrow, at your service," she replied, overly sober and deadpan, a too-serious incline of her head ruined by the quirk of a smile she couldn't quite bite back at the end. "And what, miss, shall I call you?"