[A table and chairs cobbled together...for someone roughly Hyur-sized. Krile expects this as a rule and she climbs into a chair without any fanfare whatsoever. The protection from the hail is as good as the break from walking over rough terrain.]

While I was still in the station, I chanced to meet someone who looks a great deal like you; my presumption that he is one of your kind appears to be correct. He was looking for a woman named Mipha. His sister.

[Can that be construed as doing her part?]