Kin took a sip of her coffee and left her sketchbook closed for now, she had a feeling he was feeling talkative and with no one else to distract him she was the only target. Just her kind of luck. She eyed the anachronistic cap and the can warily, wondering if she was going to hear that metal tinging noise the whole way.
"If no one is riding the trip doesn't pay for itself, no profit." The why bother was silent but still there.
Another drink, larger now that it was cooling off and let the deep bitterness roll across her tongue before she spoke, deliberating on ignoring him because it seemed like such an obvious question, "Most likely" As long as nothing happened in the Capital that kept her there, as long as no one recognized her, as long as what she needed could be acquired in a day. As long as nothing better came along, or unless she did something stupid.