Her laugh bubbled bright as champagne from those prettily painted lips, and Eppie sat herself back down, tucking her feet carefully under her and taking her gin up again.
"No, ye don't sound one pinch a stupid man, Mister Grey." she laughed. "I'll look ter see ye back, then. I'll be 'ere, an' you should get lost."
Watching him walk up into the darkness and disappear, Eppie reflected on that short conversation. He may be - or had been - a thief, or perhaps a saboteur. That last was unlikely - she'd chosen the Huria specifically because it was unremarkable (and for the pliability of it's Second-in-command, of course). What was he looking for? Was he running his take? Was he...
All this thought was entertaining, but not so very urgent that the place to food at Eppie's side could go neglected. With a smile she moved the plate back to her lap, eating her papadums with obvious pleasure. Meanwhile, her brain clicked and clacked away, inspecting her conversation with the new fellow from all angles.