The words traded by Irhya and Hythlodaeus are frivolous, and despite her overall mood, she humors him and responds, understanding that it's probably not his way to just lapse into long silences. At least Emet's still following them.

Her ears perk up at the sound, though, and she looks in the direction she thinks it came from, backing up a step. "Unfortunately, yes," she replies, putting a hand on the hilt of her sword. "And I was almost convinced we might not run into trouble at all... pity."