"What, no scars? Christ. Well that's handy." The farther in they go, the more hustling staff they pass. It's a sure sign they're getting closer to their end goal, even if-- she suspects-- neither of them have yet forgotten how to backpedal their way to the beginning of this mess.

The lie, though, that comes easy. Tends to for anyone in her line of work.

"Stupid mistake. Too focused on taking in the sights, tripped and split my bloody chin open. No cure for carelessness, yeah?"