He takes her answer with aplomb, and applies himself to his breakfast while she eats hers.

"Your book of directions, for one," he tells her, producing a slim notebook from that inside pocket of his, and a small cloth pouch that clinks softly beside it. "And an advance on your first week. There are notes on currencies and conversions in the book. Would you prefer to see your first assignment now, or when you've had time to acclimate a little more?"