Lettie didn't enjoy war, and certainly did her very best to avoid anything that might constitute actively participating in conflicts, but she's lived through a number, and some circumstances called for military action. But even if she hadn't had the experiences of camping out in the wilderness, or dealing with barracks where beds were precious, nudity wouldn't have bothered the blood elf.

As he finally shucks his pants, she does at least look away, to give him some semblance of privacy, although she can't help but take a peek. Mostly to look closer at those scars, although it's hectic enough make it hard to properly examine them.

"I've been naked with plenty of people who didn't know my name," she says with a mischevious grin, looking from his chest to his face. "Or without knowing their names. It's a good way to make friends. I'm Evellethine Dawnsinger, but please, call me Lettie."