Keen-eyed and clearly adept at multitasking - or she simply had another brain operating her mouth solely, but that would require careful dissection (not out of the realm of possibility) - the continuous stream of linguistic barrage ranging from insightful to verbal diarrhea was... taxing.  'I didn't drink enough for this' taxing.<br/><br/>At least until they arrived at the academy: it would seem she knew the man they were looking for... interesting.  Retrieving one of the maps - the smaller woman of course could not reach them - she opened it quickly to confirm the rats-nest of a rats nests that was the sewers, and into her bag it'd go.<br/><br/>"So you knew him?" she asked, figuring she'd say something anyway so why not make the invitation? "Now I guess we'll be going into the sewers now... somewhere in the higher elevation of the town.  I'd imagine it'd be more likely to have a livingspace in that region, for should it rain the waters would pool at lower levels naturally..."