Kire smirked. “Not that different from any port city, then,” she said, putting the coin purse back in her satchel. “But duly noted. I’ll be careful.” She listened to them throw ideas about how best to handle their predicament with Zeke, and perhaps keeping Ysaryn involved with it. “Ysaryn had been the one to tell me about her concerns for him, despite the animosity,” she put in, “there’s potential for both of them to loosen up around one another. Just not in Cordon.” 

She crossed her arms, thinking over their plans for the day. “Just let me know what it is we need on this supply run. I’ll be ready to go when you are,” she said, addressing Ruli. “Hopefully they wouldn’t mind me looking like this—I don't mean just my face, but armed. Would they question a lady walking around with a big old sword and armor? Or should I dress more like a lady?” Her mouth twitched into a smirk as she huffed at that suggestion.