Zhi's night-sight had always been good. She watched Targaryen without much expression, though there was a small smirk that rounded her lips as soon as she saw his lack of bashfulness. She certainly didn't show the slightest sign of embarrassment when he started to strip; she folded her arms and shifted her weight to first one leg and then the other, and got her money's worth.
"Thatcher's girls and boys'd like ye, I reckon," she said once he was mostly dressed. Her voice was deadpan, but there was some humor around her eyes -- if he could see it. "Ready t'meet th'boss?"
"Thatcher's girls and boys'd like ye, I reckon," she said once he was mostly dressed. Her voice was deadpan, but there was some humor around her eyes -- if he could see it. "Ready t'meet th'boss?"
