With respect, Guardsman... The word was at once a form of respect and a reminder of his station. Margrett let that hang in the air a moment, her face ever-so-slightly amused but almost verging on not being so.
I can handle my jail. Better for them to work out their differences in a place they can't hurt anything. And I'm fine. Her smile softened a little. She folded her hands carefully.
Thank you for asking. Just tired.
(I don't think he really used any OOC knowledge quite yet. I was going to warn him if he tried to get close to himself.)
((Which was not my plan at all. Just wanted to get that point across and make my exit, as I will now.))
Venom squinted his eyes at her for a second to his captain and then smiled. She was the boss and she knew what she was doing.
Okay Cap'. Just saying... If you ever need to talk, you know I'm here for ya. I'll be at the tavern if you need me for anything. Good day to you.
Venom nodded to her and didn't even turn his head to look at the commotion downstairs as he walked past the stairs and exited the jailhouse, whistling a tune to himself.