Mordecai drew four five-pound notes from his wallet and offered them to Volex in exchange for the parts before taking them. Holding all three of them stacked and tucked under his mechanical arm, he bowed curtly and said, "Thank you sir, and good day to you as well, Miss," making more of a jerk motion than any real bow in the fair maiden's direction. Turning on his heel, he swiftly disappeared out the front door.<br/><br/>His swagger, though brisk, was also smooth, his feet doing something closer to lightly rolling along the cobblestones than actually stepping flat. The steps were soft and light; the habits one developed when learning to kill silently usually stuck and subconsciously applied themselves wherever possible.<br/><br/>Continuing his walk, Mordecai halted sharply a few minutes later, spying the woman who'd dropped her ring back at Volex's shop. She had not returned to get it yet, and for good reason at that, as it seemed she was occupied with lightly fondling herself in the grass at the park he happened to be passing. He paid that fact little mind. Supposing he should tell her of the lost bauble, Mordecai stepped in her direction as she began to head back to the marketplace. "Miss," he said to her both politely and calmly, "I believe you had dropped a ring at the tinker's workshop?" He looked at her with eyes that were lacking in emotion, but held an air of honesty and sense of responsibility, concerning his knowledge of her missing trinket.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>