"Giri?!" Fact: Sound travels faster than highland hooligans. Fact: This has never helped anybody, ever. Your ears ring, but she is already upon you, skidding to a halt from her mad sprint. She bears the bruises of hard battle, the muck of hard travel, and also a knight that she picked up from goodness knows where, but no. No it must be Han, yes? What a coincidence, to find an old, familiar face here... "Okay! Perfect timing." She doesn't waste a breath. Can't waste a breath. "I gotta know where the [I]bastard[/I] who left this coin is hiding." She gives the shoulder-slung knight a thorough shaking. "Hey! Where's that coin?!"