They listened, she did what she could, the risk did not manifest into a problem. Good. And they... her eyes flick between Giriel and Han, here... they certainly know each other.

With a nod and a mouthing of "I'll be over there", Piripiri gets up from the table and snags Azazuka and a low bowl half-full of hot water from behind the counter when the teamaster's attention is away. With that, she finds an unused, unnoticed corner, and starts her own small rite.

Into the bowl, first, goes a small satchet of powdered herbs. A small string of dried flowers is next out of her small pouch, untied and three very carefully placed in the water. A white lotus. There is no immediate danger, agent safe. Chrysanthemum. Azazuka is present or in custody. White heather. Protection needed, or in this case a pickup request.

She sits back behind a shelf in the back room of the teahouse, holding the bowl, and breaths out, focusing on the water and feeling the magic in it awaken in response to her call, and the flowers revive, before sinking down into the water and vanishing. Now. If things are very dire, Red Wolf can use this to talk. Unlikely, but possible. Otherwise, she'll see her answers, and act accordingly.