Holly looked up from the book, stretching her arms out a little before realizing that someone was talking to her. Hastily closing her book, she flushed a little pink.

"Romero," she gasped, sitting upright and fixing her quiver's position across her back. "I'm a little tired, but otherwise I'm alright..." Eyeing him skeptically, she cocked her head to one side. "Do you need something, Romero?" she asked. Why else would he talk to her. She wasn't actually a very social person.

Noting the door bursting open, she nodded at the newcomer. Andew something? Standing up, but only because she was intrigued by the broom in his hand, she walked up to him, her auburn braid swinging jauntily as she moved. "Holly Silvertongue," she smiled. "The room is rather clean... May I ask why you are carrying a broom?"

Strange people.