[There's a blink. She doesn't precisely know his accent so much as know of it.]

A Scotsman! How novel. [There's a brief flash of a smile, and then her brows furrow at his question.]

I hardly think I'd deign to carry them if I had not.

[Her tone isn't offended, but rather puzzled. Why would he presume any lack of epertise?]

Company might be prudent. Though as yet there has been very little in the way of presented threat.

[She bobs a little curtsy.] Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Yourself?