Shea was very close to demanding the next person who talked to her tell her why Britain hadn't switched to a base 10 system with their money yet. 17 Sickles to a Galleon, 29 Knuts to a Sickle, it was like someone had arbitrarily assigned numbers to the coins and it was going to make her accounting for the Hog's Head take a while. If nothing else, she was definitely earning her free room. She might want to talk to them about the board as well.

She looked up as a shadow approached, hoping it was food. Instead, Junniwey plopped down across from her and started talking without so much as a greeting. Shea blinked at her, not really sure why she thought to invite herself to sit down. At her age, she should know it was rude to invite yourself. Unless she was the sort with no filter that just didn't understand social norms. Was she?

While Shea hadn't forgotten what the woman was, she had come to terms with it now. Shea wasn't planning on staying long, for one thing, so she didn't need to be too concerned about her. For another, Jousey wasn't looking for her for those purposes. She wasn't looking for her at all, as near as Shea could tell. Unless she was opening up a case that was now roughly seven years old, Shea had nothing to worry about.

"Hello to you too," Shea said, looking around to see if anyone was coming with food yet. "So you and Gabryal are going to save the school? You have my blessing."