Cath smiled as their fixer responded to her by first addressing whether she had meant to flatter or make fun of her. Perhaps a bit of both she thought to herself, but didn't get a chance to reply before the call was cut. There was that final message through her commlink though. It was obviously adressed to all of them. She tried sending a private reply back to Zelda. "Why, flatter, of course. I'm a sucker for women with delightful accents - TheElf" It was close enough to the truth, even if she prefered an irish or french accent before any other. Mimicking others was often a good way to build rapport with them too, and that had been the main reason, but it was considerably easier when she had more to go on than audio. Body language was preferable. 

“Let’s consider this astral she mentioned, rather than what she may look like.” Mirage cut in. 

Oh yeah, that, well she doubted it was something the two of them couldn’t handle together or with the added assistance of a spirit. Admittedly, she hadn’t heard a lot about CDs that were attached to the astral before. Other than perhaps the contents, as someone could have put any kind of information on one. She would assume that was what their fixer had meant, until proven otherwise, but remain cautious anyway. 

Caewil supposed she could ask around about the CDs, perhaps visit that other shaman who had a shop nearby or consult the spirits. The best way would be to simply get her hands on the CDs, because then she didn’t have to do as much guessing, not that they would be hers to keep for long. Her quick and nimble fingers could possibly pocket one when someone wasn’t looking, but she may not have a use for the CD at all. It would be a shame to take such a risk for a meaningless object.

She kept part of her attention on the team members, smiled and nodded without appearing distracted despite being quite absorbed with her own thoughts. It was mechanical, and something she could do on auto-pilot without being as obvious about it as someone else might be. Cath didn’t have many contacts in the area or the country, but she didn’t need too. Part of her job was to make new friends as fast as possible. She was glad that the ork would be the one to talk with a troll instead of her. 

“I guess I could investigate this “wicked juju on dem CDs.” Cath said, this time making fun of Zelda. “Maybe another shaman nearby knows about it, or there are always other beings… I could probably get information out of reluctant sources too if anyone knows someone that wouldn’t tell them much.”

It didn’t seem like this would be a mission that required a lot of preparation from her side. She could take a look around the docks to find out what clothes they were wearing to fit in better, but other than that she would bring her usual gear. As Traction began to go over a plan, Mirage shifted in Caewil’s lap and made her more attentive. Had she missed something he had picked up on? 

“Who put this bloody youngling in charge?” He asked after Traction had finished her speech on such a distasteful note. “We could lock her in a box with her tech and she’d be just as useful.”

No, she hadn’t missed anything of importance. Well, Traction agreed with her that there was not much to prepare for this job, even if she couldn’t express herself this particularly idea in an appropriate manner. At least not to Cath, even if the others may listen better to such an attitude. She shrugged and figured it was the only way she knew how to make others listen, a lack of social skills, nothing more.

“I guess I will have to consult the spirits in the car.” Cath joked and gestured with her hands, then stood up and headed for her belongings. She’d put her belongings here, but she hadn’t entirely made up her mind about whether to stay in the same place as the rest of the team or not yet. She’d spent some nights in the safe house, but almost as many in other places thanks to her skills as a face and the fact that she was used to shitty sleeping conditions after living on the streets. Twice she had fled countries, and it had made her a little paranoid. If she found a place she considered safe she’d feel better, but everyone gathered in one apartment could make it easy for an enemy.