Billie grinned impishly at Gideon and held out the sack that stunk of dead rodent. She didn't apologize for her oversight of not greeting him first and instead commented, "Well, I didn't think ya wanted no dead mouse to eat." Logically, to her, it was a perfectly reasonable explanation. Not that the man couldn't eat a mouse, but, typically people preferred other food. Also, the little things didn't have much meat on them to begin with, and she found rodents altogether too chewy.

"'M good. Yeah, there's been lots of work, 'specially from people who don't want to go out in the fog and send me instead!" She stood up proudly, deciding that admission made her seem either more brave or grown up. Really, she just didn't have much choice, and she naively decided she'd probably be okay.

Billie crammed her hands into her baggy pockets and surveyed the area, particularly the ground. "What, um, whatcha doin'?" She carried the small sack over to the table she saw Adonis slinking out from, and she unceremoniously dumped out the two mice for the feline to snack on. After she was done, she returned to squinting at Gideon so she could hear his explanation. The shop hadn't looked like it did now the last time she was in there. She edged toward where the brooms were kept.