She stopped, churning over the girl's words for a moment before doubling back from her tirade to remember her introductions. What a gaff she'd made, her shortly forgotten professionalism as a courier now burned again in the back of her mind. Tempered, of course, by the knowledge that her title was bound for a short future no matter how conditions changed. if word got out about her botched delivery... she decided to refocus on the conversation. "Oh, I'm Feril, Feril Tatchet. Sharpe & Millsworth's Courier Co." She smiled brightly and indicated the patch on her jacket. "For now at least." She looked between the fair two she'd ended up talking to, a young man and a more lavishly dressed girl. The girl clearly wasn't from around these parts, but she couldn't quite place the male which was almost a shock considering how much she'd been back and forth through the south delivering letters. "So... who are you two, if you don't mind me asking back?" She was curious, at the very least, for their names.