A ghost of a smile still on her lips, Grarhi bit back a chuckle at his describing a 'quieter' route. While she preferred less wordy companions, chatty ones didn't bother her terribly, so long as they filled the silence themselves. Tsillu was quite adept at doing so, it seemed. Half listening as he prattled, she continued to look after his work, eyes running along the ribbons.

"Hm? Oh, herbal, if it's no trouble," she said. She'd grown up on mostly bitter or earthy herbal teas- never had developed a taste for anything else, though she'd never come across any tea that was entirely undrinkable.

Hoping that by nowTsillu wouldn't be hyper alert to every movement she made and mistake the motion for reaching for a weapon, Grarhi reached up and pulled out the pins that held her misshapen bun in place. From a quick touch, she could tell that her once sleek and efficient braid was now a wreck, strands sticking out at odd angles and some pieces beginning to slip free. With minimal humidity and wind, she had expected that keeping her hair contained wouldn't be such a chore. Alas, sweat and hasty, heat-induced hairstyle changes were just as detrimental.

"Is this this excavation site?" she asked, pointing at the intersection of the ribbons. Must be awfully important, wherever it was. Perhaps, if The Society didn't already have this relic in their possession, that's where it would be. Not that she knew the first thing about how to find it or remove it safely if it was.