"Would I just?" Her eyebrows went up. It irked her, a little, if only because she loathed assumptions, especially about herself. They'd nearly gotten her killed enough times, men putting words into her mouth and looking for things that weren't there. "If it is as you say it is, would I not instead find it beautiful? Fancy lady like me, and all."

The northern lords loathed her for much the same reasons they loathed her father. That being said, no one liked particularly going north of Hadrian's wall, she wondered how similar that was to this woman's homeland.

"It seems a strange thing to be proud of, is all. I am sure you have other skills that can get you honest work." Really, she was just curious. Morbid fascination was going to get her killed, one of these days. "Thieving I notice requires one to be quick, and clever."