[a conspiratorial smile] Not to worry, they dress us all in napkins to start off with, then leave our belongings wherever it is we're assigned to stay.

[they don't do handshakes in Westeros, so she's a bit at a loss, though amused at the other woman's enthusiasm]

It's wonderful to meet you, Ginger. I may call you Ginger, correct? And one never knows which direction fate will draw them in.

[can she swordfight?]