Myr can't eye her up and down, of course, but he can certainly give the impression that's what he's doing. It's made slightly ridiculous by the fact he's not totally sure exactly where the top of her head is, but he tries. "You're at least the second most dread individual I've encountered here," he assesses at last with a grin. "Though the third and fourth were also worth fleeing. The thought of running all over the Gallows to avoid you all, though, is exhausting."

Vashoth is a term he hasn't heard often, and he puzzles over it a moment until it clicks. "Oh, you're--" Don't say an ox, don't say an ox. "--with the horns!" And, also, apparently, an apostate, since he's fairly sure Vashoth don't end up pulled into the Circles. He's not sure which of those is more alarming, though it's an alarm he compartmentalizes for later.

"--It's a pleasure to meet you, though. Myrobalan Shivana, lately of Hasmal Circle."