She looked at him, a cold hard stare peered his way. She growled lowly, he saw right through her, and she knew it. She also wondered how much he saw. But could she use this to her advantage? She knew so very little, and he seemed to know so much. Her face contorted into several different looks as these thoughts raced through her mind. But he was right, and she needed to get out of there. 

"Very well", she said, reluctantly. "But please, stop acting as if you know anything about me. Because you don't have the slightest clue. If you truly want me to trust you, you can give that pompous attitude a rest. That being said, I suppose I owe you a thank you. Now you may have earned enough trust for that, and for me to go off in the night with some stranger who held a sword to my throat. So if you want to talk about assault, I can very well spin that right on you. I may have not fooled you, but there's a tavern full of" she started to ramble, catching herself midsentence and then sighed. "Let's just get out of here before someone sobers or smartens up"

She donned the vesture and pulled the hood over her head, muttering something under her breath.