[The woman looking down at him is certainly an odd figure for the setting-wild red hair spilling out over the collar of her sleevless coat, wearing tall, worn leather boots and elbow length leather gloves, and a scarf tied neatly around her neck.]

Actually, I was trailing our mutual friend. [She gestures in the direction the 'creature' ran off.] He's made quite a nuisance of himself.

[Her lips turn upwards into a bit of a smirk, amusement evident in her voice. She sounds French, though if the elven ears are indicative of anything, she clearly is not.] Of course, if laughter is what you would prefer, I am certain I can oblige.