I already got an earful, but I guess I didn't look threatening enough to warrant things getting worse.

[ She's been sulking in her corner, making offerings for others that for whatever reason can't or won't do their own. Perhaps this is penance enough, and once she feels like she's done enough she'll stand and leave without people harassing her.

And then she looks up and: ]

Oh, those are...extremely advanced implants.

[ Technology? In this medieval setting? Yes please. ]