Gabe took the cuppa offered to her, handing over the requisite few shekels, when her arm jostled another woman's. "Oh, sorry - " Gabe broke off, blinking, when she saw who the arm belonged to. That dark, pretty face was familiar. Gabe had to think for the name, though. "Are you Ash?" She swapped to English, just in case it was the woman - goddess, whatever - and she didn't speak Hebrew.