She gives him a long, considering look at that bit of sarcasm, a slight frown draining away her attempt at being playful.

"Haven't found a place that does decent silk screening yet," she says after a moment. "But I can offer a trip to a bootleg book stall and stuffed mushrooms from that little food cart in the Xin Market tomorrow night. Bit of an 'I'm sorry for you getting caught in the middle like that'."