If the chance encounter on the road with riders wasn't enough to put Straw a little on edge, Cyriana's casual mention of taking down two drow did the trick and he gave a quick smile, a slightest hint of nervousness visible in his eyes.  He looked away, back to the road before them as they continued walking.  "I do hope I never have the misfortune," he said, hoping any appearance of unease was attributed solely to the thought of being set upon by drow during their journey.  

Calvin, on the other hand, novice adventurer that he was, could only look at her in further awe.  "So did you?  Talk with the drow, I mean...  before you ...  killed 'em?"