"Hi" said another woman, approaching Adriana. DeWitt was focused on a particularly slimy bit and didn't look up, but judging from the sound of her armored footsteps it had to be on of their party. "Hm, glad to see you warriors aren't above some good old fashioned menial la-" Dewitt froze as she finally looked up and saw the woman was a templar, decked out in the full golden regalia. DeWitt was stunned for a second before the gleaming Templar picked up the brush that was lying on the deck and started scrubbing at the stains of green monster-blood. That's not something you see everyday.
DeWitt started scrubbing again, trying to figure out what to say. Generally speaking, Inquisitors were weirdos and Venatori were freaks. Had to be for a lifetime of chasing mages and trying to take down monsters, she understood it. But Templars just made her... uncomfortable, and she had a hard time not letting that show.
"Not that I don't appreciate the help, but aren't you afraid you'll soil all your fancy holy raiment?" DeWitt grimaced through an awkward smile.