"Fortunately for me, I haven't a copper coin to my name. They'll have a hard time stealing picking my pocket." It's nice, being here with her. Light jokes and pleasant conversation, discussions that don't have to mean anything. He's chatted with people before, obviously, but he's always been on his guard. Thus far, at least, it doesn't feel like he has to spend the whole time wondering just what Vex is thinking, whether this or that cover story is actually coming off believable. (It's a wonder, what the truth will do for a person.) "Perhaps once I have, I'll let you manage my coins for me."