After a few moments of travelling down the road, Misri catches Rythe's attention with a humorous glint in her eye. "What's a better guard look for me? Solemn and mysterious?", she asks while lowering her head, the hood over her head shadowing her face, but still not hiding the marks of her Tiefling heritage. "Or cocky and belligerent?" Now she lowers her hood, puffs up her chest, squares her shoulders, and haughtily sneers at Rythe.