There is no shortage of them around here, no doubt.

[Though, like him, she could probably use a puff or two from her pipe right about now to at least help soothe the aggravation she feels gnawing endlessly at her since she left the ship. To be honest, even stealing one of his cigars from him would do her well enough, she thinks.]

I am sure you'll be reunited with them soon enough.

[If Cidolfus is anything, it is resourceful, after all. Stubbornly so.

They come up to the shop—aptly labelled, too—and she huffs out a quiet sigh of relief when the line isn't insufferable like the tattoo parlour's was, and she strides past him, picking up her pace.]

Let's get this over with.

[Because she already knows how this is going to go.]