From her many engagements at that ostentatious house, Ari remembered the Demiel girl - no, she reminded herself, Coulombe, she had to care, suddenly, about that girl - and her habit of apologizing endlessly even when she was wronged. Ari wasn't that sort (and frankly hoped Audrey would break her sister - Faram, what a thing that was - of the habit); if someone was dismissive of her, and couldn't provide an apology to answer hers, she practically had to be catty.
It was only fair, after all.
"Cute nickname," she said with a guileless smile. "I like it. I could, as a matter of fact, talk about airships - or sea ships - at some length, but all things considered, I'd rather talk about trade." She had come for information, after all. Getting a little more than she expected wouldn't be a bad thing, now would it? "They're telling tall tales about Emillion, outside Valendia. But then, perhaps you would find that as interesting as you assumed I'd find airships? I would hate to bore you, since you're offering gil for my thoughts."