Wierd behaviour

The following exchange isn't an interview but an excerpt of a conversation that took place after I returned to the inn. After passing the door I find Skarra praying in a language I don't understand. Her hands lie crossed on the table, her head resting on them. I wait until she raises her head and grabs the cutlery to make my approach.

Sitting down across from her on the other side of the table I inspect her food. It looks like a lump of black bark with various vegetables around it.

"Hey, Skarra what are you doing?", I ask

"Eating"

"I mean what are you planning for the next few days? Where are you heading?"

Skarra answers while chewing.

"Dock - Ship - Hallow's Pond"

"And when do you intend to depart?"

"Why? Wanna accompany me?"

I shake my head, even though I would love to journey with her a little longer. Just imagine all the exciting things a traveler of her caliber and abilities might experience. It makes my mouth water.

"Colegial interest. We're both adventurers after all."

Upon hearing my reply she bursts out laughing.

"Pff, hahaha. You deserve an answer for that one, Mr. can't-even-handle-bears-but-is-an-adventurer. I can't imagine you surviving a day out in the wild, I mean you can't even cast magic nor do you seem to have technique or even a weapon to defend you with. Hehe, sorry. The next ferry departs in two days, so I have a bit of time left to enjoy this charming village."

When she said the word charming it sounded more like she was talking about maggots than a nice city like 'Bluestone'.

"Thank you for your unhinged, ehm ... honesty. May I ..."

Skarra sighed.

"Just ask already."

"What's a nightstalker?"

Upon my question Skarra chokes and begins coughing. I hand her my water and she pours it down.

"You alright?", I ask.

"I'm ... yeah. It's just ... where do you know that word from?"

"Nightstalker?"

Upon hearing me repeat the word, Skarras face gets pale... at least less grayish. She shoves her hand over my mouth and whispers:

"Not so loud, you idiot. You want the whole village to hear?"

I suppress the strong urge to tell her that 'Bluestone' is technically classified as a town, at least according to its inhabitants, and just tell her about how I overheard the three men talking about her yesterday. After I described them to her (utilizing yesterday's entry) she told me to "keep my head down" and stormed out of the inn. She didn't even finish her food.

Thanks for the free meal I guess.

Addendum:

After lunch and a few more hours talking to people on the street I returned to our room. Skarra isn't here, neither is her sword-dagger-thingy.