She is irritated, and in a rather foul mood as a whole. She does not have time for small trifles. And when the Warden-Commander himself strides into her Keep without sending any kind of word, it seems to trigger more than just mere i r r i t a t i o n.
”What do you bloody want?”
“Perhaps some respect for starters.”
As it so happens, he isn’t in the best of moods himself. It’s been a difficult trip, you see, and he didn’t even manage to complete it before a group of idiotic bandits killed his horse and nearly bested him in a fight. They’re all dead, but he still doesn’t have a horse.