Ntombi glanced over at the other two, and then slapped her hand against her forehead and slowly slid it down her face, groaning. Why. Why did she have to be caught up with a couple of...of idiots. At the very least, Gin was thinking on his feet. Ntombi made a mental note to poison Amaya's breakfast eight days later, when she least expects it.

Reluctantly, she follows the pair to the cake-shop but does not enter, instead choosing to loiter ominously outdoors, leant against the glass in her ripped fishnet vest, dirty cargo pants and big black combat boots whilst shooting a steely glare at the cake shop owner. Maybe that'll get them a discount. She rolled her shoulders a little so the crossbow clicked against the glass a couple of times, barely noticeable until Ntombi chose to bring attention to it.