Heather laughs, sipping her drink. She's starting to warm, though she needs to keep herself to the single drink and stick to coffee after that. She still needs to be very, very careful with her alcohol consumption or she could slip back into what she was back... well, it isn't all that long ago.

"I don't hunt." She shrugs. "There's usually a youngster or two that I come across now and again that seems rather eager to lose his head. But other than that? Not run across many." She tilts her glass toward Connor. "You seem to be far more wary than I remember being."