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"A friend of Jim's?" No hiding her surprise there. If anyone was getting acquainted with undead warriors she- well, she'd never expect it of Stratos, but surely it would have to be Felix. Or that lady mage they had along with them - Isidor, Marcella remembers her well. But Jim? He's not a conjurer- not a mage at all. How he and this... man... would have crossed paths is beyond her-

Wait, didn't Felix say something about a party once, where he and Jim met? Marcella frowns. She really has no idea what goes on at parties in this place...

But she's trying to compose herself in between mopping up the spilled wine, hating the squeak in her voice just now. It's not helping at all the way he's just staring around them, motionless, like a- a statue. A statue that might come to life at any moment- Marcella's biting her lip and frowning up at him when he stirs abruptly.

She stiffens, but the smith has found her footing now. Mostly. She folds her hands in her lap primly and lifts her chin to stare back at him... albeit with a bit of bewilderment. Right. He's the one with a grudge against Orcs. (This isn't really unusual back in Cyrodiil, but not to the point of actually threatening Orcs just going about their business.)

"You can tell her yourself easily enough," she points out, eyebrows raised at him. This looks like a woman who frowns a lot more than she smiles. But. He's not wrong about the kind of occasion it is. Marcella pauses. "Thank you, too. For bringing Felix home safely." He did help with that, even if she has no idea exactly how. Maybe being undead gave him an advantage dealing with- whatever her cousin had got into.