Tinder smirks a bit every time she gets something off of these nobles, glad that she's gonna have something to sell in when she gets back. "Yeah, I'm sure we'll be fine. And you've been here more then I have, this is my first time, so I can't help at all with the directions." As time goes on the more Tinder slows down, and more and more often are her steps marked with the shooting pain that crosses her face but doesn't escape her lips. Not once does she make a sound, she just looks away and hopes he doesn't notice. Even though she needs them, she is still much too nervous to take them in front of him.