Senna follows along in the puppy-shopping expedition, taking notes on the various businesses in town along the way, nodding occasionally.  While Fallon and Koram moon over the 'little devil,' Senna chimes in, sarcasm difficult to discern through the deadpan.  "I don't suppose this would be a good time to mention that if we were to buy up the kennel, train 'em, and and kit 'em out, we'd probably have a serious fighting force on the cheap."<br/><br/>She pauses a moment, before shifting the topic.  "As for our esteemed employer, he's probably just getting the drugs on the cheap by taking advantage of the abbey's soft-heartedness in order to turn 'round and gouge Bushwyn while they're in no position to argue.  Our rather generous pay is most likely just a cut of his maximized profit margin without considerably heightened risk.  Not exactly the best way to build a reputation, but it turns a profit in the short term.  Though if that's the way he runs his business, I may have to cut ties 'fore to long just to protect the family name.  After all, a reputation for not screwing your customers is worth more than any deal you can turn.  Unless you're running a brothel, of course."  Judging from how coolly she delivers her little punchline, it's difficult to discern how much of that, if any, was actually serious, or if she's just pondering aloud for her own amusement.