Aeryn eyes the Fort currency dubiously then drops it into a small pocked on her pack with a shrug.  "A loan, not a gift, Morgan.  You can drw on it at anytime.  She si's briefly at the table, but is noticeably fidgety. After a very brief tie she says abruptly. "We need to get moving,  I, maybe it's just from being cooped up aboard ship for so long, but I'll wait for you outside."  She rises quickly and heads out fo the tavern.  She has a distracted air as she runs her fingertips through her quiver counting her quarrels by touch.