As if inspired by the haze of smoke hanging around him, she crosses her legs and reaches into a pocket to pull out a cigarette of her own. "Or maybe I just have very good timing."

For just a second, a short-lived outburst from one of the old guys sitting at a table a short distance away surprises her into looking over at them, and... hasn't she seen them somewhere before?

Well, she has been out and about in the city a lot in the past few days. Maybe she's seen them around.

On their way back to Wolfwood, her eyes pass that cross-shaped companion of his.

"But tell me, because I'm very curious in addition to having such an enviable sense of timing: exactly what is your official job description, hmm?"