[The answer came far too quickly for her not to be slightly surprised by it. While she isn't entirely convinced that this man could achieve it, he meant it. That is when she realizes where she has seen the gait like that before. A knight or a soldier, who has seen much and carries far more.

Well, at the very least he has a head on his shoulders. Unlike another she could mention.]

A dragon? My, will wonders never cease. [Excuse her surprise; not at the fact that dragons exist, but that they seemingly didn't attack him on sight.

She follows, and takes the file from him when it's offered. She sets about reading the pages, and a mixture of a scoff and a laugh escapes her not far in. '-it's more than a little fucked up.' An interesting turn of phrase, but not an incorrect one. Not much of it is a surprise, and yet she reads on.

Oh, she knows she should be afraid at the description of Astoria, yet had she not asked another to kill the one who was very similar in power yet Astoria's complete opposite? An odd light shines in her eyes, muttering something about a "leash" as she continues.]

At the very least, all save the robots are at least familiar concepts... [Is she talking to him or muttering to herself? Who knows. She pauses though, at the very end.] Were...what?

[Okay, now she truly wishes that she had access to whatever the hell Oghren passed for alcohol. Or some of Wynne's wine. The old woman did not need that much. He pinches her nose as she closes the folder and holds it back out to him.]

I have met werewolves, but that is one combination I did not expect to see.