[Elissa would like to say that she's highly aware of her surroundings. But then things like bandits or pesky, suave assassins drop in on her, and it's far easier to admit that she is unaware than it is to say that should be and wasn't.

So it's not a surprise when this woman jumps from the cliffs and orders her around. Because, well. Elissa has gotten used to things like this during this Maker-forsaken Blight.

Rolling her eyes, she looks to Zevran.] Friends of yours?

[The elf shrugs and says none that he knows, but he wouldn't mind becoming her friend.

She keeps her eyes on the woman at all times, trusting her companions to take in the situation easily enough. If nothing else, Elissa has Sten.]

Unfortunately, we seem to be at an impasse. You see, I have need of my supplies myself, and I guarantee you that my cause is far more important.