Hunter had finally managed disassembling the last of the guards, the walls coated in the blood of his foes, when the mercenary lass walked in. Apparently the captain had sent her here to help out, though that was kind of unnecessary. Out of politeness he responded to her question.
"Eh, the bastards didn't get much of a chance to call out for help. The screaming might have ticked off some of the remaining guards, but I guess we'll just have to deal with that later."
He joined his crewmate in walking towards the holding cells. That line she had muttered was starting to niggle away at him. Deciding that the only way to get an answer was to ask, he cleared his throat to get her attention.
"What rumours have ye heard about me? Of course, the mysterious Deadeye should be no stranger to exaggerated tales, though ye really ain't that much of a mystery, marine girl."