Might be lying about his name. Don't know. Oh, heck, it's just nice to talk to some rather rude people again. I sure miss my old friends. But, yet again, this is a one-way ticket to medical school. She smiled. "That's a very nice name. And again, my apologies." She chuckled a bit at the joke, taking another bite out of the sandwitch. It was not nearly big enough, she decided, but she was trying to save her money. Soon, she'd be in medical school and then she'd be able to make all the money she wanted. She might never be able to heal the crippled or anything so ridiculous, but she could already at least temporarily heal the blind and could heal via magic or nonmagic. And, of course, she was disease-immune. That was pretty important in a messy slum like this one. Still, she was getting better at scheming and such, pretty important. Hmmm. This fellow really didn't seem like an assassin. If he was, he was a good one, and might be worth fighting with. Still, he probably didn't have 351 keystones, and money was all that mattered.
She turned to her other lunchmate. The artist. Hmm. So he was kind of like her, not yet able to do what he needed to draw at his full potential. Maybe she could try to help him. Favors of the possibly-important were useful, at times. She had learned that well enough from her friends. And she'd possibly get to learn a little bit more about these suspects' pasts. Or suspect. She highly doubted the teigu was anyone special.
"You should try going to an art school. It's a lot cheaper than the Medicai City Medical Institute. I'm not much an artist myself, either. My art comes in the form of making bandages out of nearly everything."