[She tries not to look quite as taken aback by it as she feels, but there is the slightest rounding of her eyes and arch of her brow. Silence prevails, and perhaps it is more awkward on her end than it is his, because she clears her throat moments after.]

Very well, Dion.

[That felt strange to say.

Bristling, she wipes her hands over her front, as if to smooth out her already meticulously straight leathers as she mumbles under her breath—something something Cidolfus something.]

At any rate. Perhaps I will regale you with the tale of it all someday. [She turns to motion to the street in front of them.] Surely there are better times than when you are searching for your personal belongings. And if I know anything of our crew, it is that this will certainly not be the last opportunity.