"Ugh, fuckin' dragons." It doesn't matter if the dragon who ate his arm is a local one or not, Apollo has dragons in her world too and she's disliked them for a very long time. Her unwillingness to trust or give them a chance may also have something to do with having to watch a dragon devour one of her friends in the past, but even with all of her oversharing, that is something she leaves out.

She does have something to say about the missing limb being missing because it was eaten, though. "I still got my arms, but hey, been chewed up a little myself. Ain't fun." Normally she keeps her wings folded against her back, but now she stretches them both out to show him. The left one had always been visibly smaller than the other no matter how she held or arranged them, but by holding them out like this it's easier to tell the differences between the two. The smaller wing is in fact about half the size of the other, and the edges look a little rough. "Ain't a dragon's doin', but a big fuckin' stupid beast got the better of me. Never fuckin' again."

Apollo too is watching the innkeeper, but mostly it's because she's impatiently waiting for drinks. "Convinced 'em? An' uh, what exactly are the benefits of sidin' with our flight again?"