If someone were to look closely in clear light they might notice the small spark of a smile crinkle at the corner of her eyes as Ben approaches. Or it could be some dust kicked up from all the comings-and-goings of the tavern.

Look maybe, maybe, she's making a ... amicable acquaintance.

She sits in their usual silence for a bit before she remembers she does actually have something to talk to him about.

"I met your friend. The other carver."