“Don’t worry,” Elayra began with a soft snort, “I won’t change my mind.”
	She looked at Ghent sideways when he asked about ‘procure,’ wondering if he was mocking her own questions, or if it was genuine.
	“It’s not a [i]thing,[/i]” Drust answered gruffly, but not entirely unkindly, deciding Elayra’s debate for her. “It means to obtain something. With effort.”
	[b]“Are you actually suggesting that I’d [i]eat[/i] William?”[/b]
	“If William’s the cat,” Elayra looked to him with an annoyed expression, “then I’m [i]suggesting[/i] you’d do what’s needed to survive. And if not for food, what’s their purpose here? Spies? Helpers? You seemed rather determined to catch that one.”
	Her head cocked slightly at the explanation of Walmart, and blinked in surprise at people wearing ‘crocs.’
	“Crocs? People here [i]wear[/i] crocodiles?” She tried to imagine the gnarly, scaly creatures in Wonderland by the same name being worn to a marketplace. Her brows rose as he continued, looking both her and Drust over. “‘Middle Earth garb?’”
	She sighed as he finished, ‘dollars’ and ‘bail’ going over her head, but she understood enough of it, and was growing quickly tired of asking about the things of this world, a world she would likely never see again, anyway. So, instead of inquiring further, she only gave a quick nod.
 	“Poaching was once outlawed in the bounds of Wonderland cities as well,” Drust muttered almost absently as they traversed yet another alleyway. He paused at the opening of it, his head tilting toward the distant sound of the unfamiliar siren before he continued after Ghent and Elayra.