Whisper looks down at herself, realizing only now that she's been running around in a thin cotton shift...and one that sports a ragged hole from the knife to boot. Salvaging what she can of her dignity, she uses a hand to pull the hole in the garment closed and assumes a very calm demeanor...as if running around in her underwear were perfectly normal, and not at all cause for gawking or embarrassment.
"Midian, If you would help Johan move the body closer to the inn, where there's enough light to get a better accounting of his features. I'm especially interested to see if he's been branded a criminal before...or if he bears a tattoo or other mark of fraternity."
She pauses only slightly before adding, "I will be right back," and strides away, back into the inn at a fast stride that's not quite a run, but more than a jog.
Once back in her room, Whisper dresses quickly, muttering to herself angrily. She also takes on a form...that of a relatively plain looking human woman...to save herself a little dignity when walking back.