"You're never going to get it back that way, darling." Wearing something in the local style, with her hair up, Heather is dressed as a high class prostitute. Several of the shopkeepers sniff at her, while a couple others bow, offering her wares.

She ignores them, linking her arm through the newcomer's. "Now, to properly ask, you simply say..." She whispers something in his ear, that roughly translates to "How much is that?" It's a phrase she really knows well.