Being careful, this time, to not seem as though she is watching, Khait turns her gaze demurely to Dalia, her brown eyes-- no, not brown... perhaps chestnut..?  Or even crimson?-- her eyes reflecting back the woman's own image.  "You and your sister are extremely kind to be of assistance to me in this matter..."  she stands as Falia secures her purse, herself carrying no more than a few coppers... she hopes that no coin will be needed from her, though she imagines that whoever has footed the Fighter's Guild's bill will indeed pay handsomely to the alchemist if he can determine the source of the strange... happenings.<br/><br/>Instinctively, she returns to the mindset of a soldier and peeks out the cracked-open door to scan for any stragglers from the mob she saw scattering earlier.