The look he throws her is... a little funny. Steady on his feet today, sharper in the eye. Still, he's not toting plate for Antiva, and a splinted hand doesn't scream self-defense.

She's seen him worse before. Been kind of it. So:

"Sure," He agrees. When someone points a stick about like they'll jab it for an eye, it's a mage or someone touched. Either, he'd rather keep in view. "You been through th'Crossroads before, Miss —"

It occurs to him to think (now that it's easier to think) that he never did get her name.