[ he jumps a good six inches when vin speaks up - completely startled, and nearly bobbles the sword, though thankfully he does not drop it or yeet it into the fire. he looks back, and then lets out a sheepish, half laugh, other hand to his heart. ]

Oh, you startled me... [ jeez. she asked a question, though! his gaze flicks back up to the sword. ] I... yes. It's not mine, though, but... it was with my things.

[ which has a lot of implications and has mostly just left him with more questions than answers, but... he finally brings the sword down and sheathes it at his side, looking at vin more properly. ] Miss, your dress is kind of...

[ bloodied

again ] ...Are you alright?