"If you insist upon using titles, you could call me 'Lady Cousland' or even 'Warden' as I am a Grey Warden," she laughed in response to the strange fellow. "But Elissa would be fine as well."

Pausing before her door, Elissa opened it and ducked her head inside to take a look around. Great. Poet-like shirt with frilly cuffs on the chair is obviously too big to belong to her, but Crocker probably won't notice. The bed is a mess and there is a red hair ribbon tangled up below the edge of the pillow. "Ah... just wait here," she decided after a moment. Better to be safe than sorry where attempts at discretion were concerned.