Fallon made the decision that this was the brigante she was searching for, and cautiously approached it. She kept the cloak on but pulled the hood back from her face, she patted the dagger in its holster on her thigh to feel some reassurance and took a deep breath. Putting her business, indifferent, face on, and looked around for the captain. Maybe they would recognize her. Most who did, didn't approach without a death wish, but maybe someone would surprise her.