Katya bit on the inside of her cheek to hold in any chuckle as she watched Esperanza search the sleeping man's pockets. Especially once he grabbed her and tried to make her his pillow. Granted, her technique could use some work and wasn't as smooth as streetchildren in Krotice, but she got what she was after. In the end that was all what counted. Katya's eyes gleamed with the thrill of a break-in and her smile grew as Esperanza held out the key. Leaning in, she watched eagerly as the key turned in the lock. This little lockbox didn't dissapoint, unveiling fantastic treasure. Her hands itched and Katya curled her fingers into her palm. She wasn't after his riches, yet. The real treasure were answers and they weren't anything as ovbious as gold. That handle looked interesting though.<br/><br/>Katya reached out towards it, when suddenly downstairs the ruckus culminated in someone screaming like they were dieing. Looking up in surprise, she realised a second too late that their drunk target had been woken by the screams too. Cursing vigurously, she swiftled palmed the handle, slipping it into her pocket in one smooth sweep like the nimble-fingered streetkid she was and she knocked the lid of the lockbox back down. Meanwhile, bottles of wine crashed to the floor. Rising to her feet, she could only barely dodge the bottle of wine smashing into her head. Instead it knocked into her shoulder and then broke into shards on the floor. That was going to leave a bruise.<br/><br/>"Calm down!" Her hand reached for her knife even as she tried to diplomatic option first. "Will you shut it? We're not here to steal from you." Or well, maybe a little. But not really. She was reasonably sure she could take him if he came at her, especially if Esperanza helped. But none of that would endear them to the patrons of this establishment. And it wouldn't get them any more answers. Katya glanced at her doppelganger, meeting her eyes just for second.<br/><br/>"Sit down, you're wrecking all your wine and if you do that, then what will you drink tomorrow?" She gestured to floor, covered in broken glass and the deep red liquid staining the clothes he'd left there. Smiling tentatively, she used her foot to clear him a way back to the bed, pushing the glass to the side. "Look we just want to talk to you. You're the Burgomaster's son. You recognized us. You know.. Ireena." She said the name carefully, almost as if sampling it, tasting how it felt on her tongue. Katya shared another glance with Esperanza, wondering how far she should go. "My sister and I are here to find our family."