Jericho sighed and kept pace with Gracelyn, his hands in his pockets as they walked. "I simply meant what should our cover story be should we be questioned about our business here in Timber." He looked sideways at some of the Galbadian soldiers patrolling the streets and muttered several names under his breath before pulling Gracelyn around a corner and towards a store. "I suppose we can do it on the spot as usual, but one of these days, it's going to bite us in the rear end." When the entered the store, they could tell it was nothing more than a grocery store that coupled as a small outbound call center. "So, I'll get people's snacks, you get the bulk of the food?"