"Did you now?" It was almost reflexive, the light prompt for more information. Knowing more about her fellow unwilling passengers was always valuable.

Also good to know that he was apparently working the crowd. Her own possessions weren't at all easy to get to -- she knew better -- but she filed the bit of information away comfortably. "I could use a second set of hands around," she conceded. "Not to mention ears. There's some guy called Zuruk out by the edge of town..." How to get in. What kind of security he had. Where he likely kept his prize possessions. Things she needed to know.