The twin called Corr more frequently than not narrowed her eyes and let a strange grin flash across her face. “You would be wise to listen to the words and not the implications that my sister speaks. You may find yourself less for making assumptions. She mentioned no kind of favour. Looking is free… today.” She said the last word very quietly, knowing how changeable her sister was. “We have already told you, we have no money.” Her gaze flicked to the water then to the half-shut curtain, the bunks partially visible. She was grateful for the comforts, or would be once she could enjoy them. “Perhaps you don’t understand. Fffii sscrith noch ooobra kessk.” The words were spoken with a greater ease than her Common, hinting that Lizard-tongue was her first language. “No caravan follows us. We tread our own route.” She left the meaning open, though making it clear they would have no where to go if they were cast out. Her eyes drifted to the dog, then to the money-hungry man again, her eyes moving all about with distrustful energy.