It was, in fact, a very expensive watch. A Drosselmeyer wouldn't carry a subpar timepiece any more than they'd cut off their own arm – which possibly said a few things about traditional priorities, once one was forced to reflect on it.
Fisher glanced at the watch again, reflecting.
"No," she said. "It very much does not." Unclasping the showy trinket with her thumb – a trick that had become a bad habit – she skid it off her wrist and held it out to Tanek. "Here. A future down payment for the next lethal offense I ask of you, ja? Or more good smoke. Which one I ask first, who knows."
She jiggled the offering. "No worry, no worries. It fits men. Last owner had a penis, I promise."