[Latula cranes her head back, peering up at Kurloz.]

Hey, Stitches. I don't remember seein' you last night. [There's a pause, and then she snickers, mostly to herself. Scratching at the back of her head, she shrugs sheepishly.] Though to be honest, I don't remember much from last night.

[His bow makes her grin. Maybe it's sort of a dickish move, but it's amusing to the Knight.]

If I'd known all it takes to get some respect is to put on lots of frills, I woulda done this sweeps ago! [It's not even a good lie, but that doesn't stop her from playing it up, and she leans back on her hands, feet splayed out in front of her.]

So, don't suppose you've got any idea what got me here, or whose this is? [Pause.] Is it yours? This lace is just your style.