[There's no sign of recognition as Gina stares down her latest target. There is hesitation, though, and she lowers her bow for the moment as she looks towards the axe-wielding child. There was a brief eyebrow raise at the name the kid called out, but she decides not to address it.]

Ain't it obvious? I'm collectin' taxes, o' course. Money... gold. Anyone passin' through owes it.

[She steps closer while sizing up the situation.]

Do you even got enough on you? Where's your parents at? [Now that's probably where they payday is!]</small<