Be professional

As much as you might be inclined to, this is no time for shenanigans. You're here to do a job, not for playing around. You enter the room, dropping out of superspeed, and walk over to the chair on the opposite side of the table.

When you suddenly appear in the room, Evellyn snaps to attention. You note she's got a new outfit, a mixture of practical atire and what can only be described as light armour. Most prominent is the leather jerkin, worn over an undershirt, as well as leather vambraces. Your eyes linger a split second on the top of the jerkin, which is left unbuttoned, showing her neck.

"So, did you find her?"

"It took me a while, but I did."

"Go on, don't leave me in suspense..."

"It wasn't her. It seemed a long shot anyway."

She looks pensively for a moment. "So what's the next lead? You mentioned there's a troupe of elves nearby?"

"Yeah, they're probably camping in the forests outside the city. Elves are stealthy, magical, and never particularly inclined to respect human boundaries or 'keep out' signs, so I figure they're worth a look as potential suspects.

"Well then, l- "

She stops, looks at you suspiciously, and suddenly begins patting herself at various places on her body.

"Mhm, you haven't taken anything."

"Wh- no?" You reply in surprise.

"It's just.. I don't think I've yet had this long a conversation with you without losing some clothes."

"I thought I'd be professional this time."

"I'm just not used to it, that's all."