Or some bullshit like that. Jareth nodded at Min and dropped his gaze to the sheet of paper he had been looking at when he'd asked Banes the question. He could always get the answer later, and if Min was here, then she wasn't out on the streets killing random people in her path.
Not that he had proof that that's what she was doing, but still.
Banes trusted her, which had to amount to something. Well, it would, if he gave a fuck what Banes thought most of the time, but she seemed solid and like she knew what she was doing, which was more than he could say for the rest of the fucking people he'd met since coming to this Faram-forsaken town.