"I'd love one," Chrys said, again the closest she'd come to say thanks. For Fae, thanks was a dangerous game, one where it meant you owed someone afterward. It just wasn't done. "Whatever you have will be fine," she told him honestly. Today, she wasn't in a picky mood, though if it was rubbing alcohol tasting vodka, she would protest.
"Actually, that's exactly where I'm staying. The Sleepy Satyr. I haven't gotten a place yet, so it's just temporary. It suits alright. So you're working there?" she asked with a curious glance. It would be the perfect place to look out for people, especially people just popping in and out. Xi's intelligence knew no bounds.
"And yes, here to keep an eye out," Chrys added. "I'm not sure where I'm going to be working yet though. Have you heard anything?"