Fancy resisted the urge to swallow, stayed still, and try not to panic. What to say what to say. She was normally good at playing it cool. Her occupation demanded it. But this time someones life was on the line. This time her skin palled and her eyes showed the wheels turning at panic speed in her head.
"No, as I said, I'm putting together a care package for him." She started for the bar then wondering if the 'bar' part of the establishment really fooled anyone. She sat the package of clothes under the bar and took a bottle of her finest wine off the shelf and started to pour Marie a glass.
"I hope you didn't have any trouble finding the place."