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 A shrug. "I suppose one learns to see it. Perhaps this sort of discernment not a common skill in your halls, though I wonder if your discreet apprentice could not have learned it by necessity. Until then, you might want to be content with public transportations and licensed drivers".
+**pinkgothic**:
+So they were far enough back into civilisation that that was an option! Kukri had frankly not had enough of a sense of distance to have assumed as much. Yakak'ratu had given them no choice but to guess blindly, but if this was better-connected to the trade transport network, all the better. "Are there any that would take the word of a philosopher for later payment?" she asked with some crinkled amusement. She still had a bit of money to spend once her belongings were returned to her, but it was certainly the very last of what she had brought, and she had no clear sense of how much it would cost to get back to Grikaa.
+**Concavenator**:
+The sergeant tilted her head in amusement for an instant. "I doubt so", she said, "unless you can get them an official note from the chapterhouse that they could appeal to. If you cannot pay, perhaps you can work it off in the stations, help clean the engine or refill the water tanks or such. It's not really philosopher work, though, is it. Else, there will probably be legitimate freight going to Grikaa, that might or might not take passengers. But I would recommend checking their authorization first, this time".
+**pinkgothic**:
+Kukri chuckled mildly. Their common amusement at the poor luck with travel felt good, even if it was very much at her own expense - the humour defused more of the tension from before. "Well, no time like the present to see how to get myself and my protégé into trouble next," she mused. Her leg complained mildly at her as she shifted her weight, and so she asked, remembering that she would also have to carry her belongings: "How far a walk is it to the next sleds?"
+**Concavenator**:
+"If you insist on sleds, there should be some leaving a day-sixth before dawn", the sergeant replied, using the messy ancient timekeeping system. It was not much later. "You should be in Grikaa before it's dark again. This settlement is not large; just go to the square behind the logging houses. They are not guaranteed to have room, and if they do, you might have to share it with penguin bucks. The noise and smell, I'm told, are less than pleasant. But it will get you back".
+**pinkgothic**:
+"I would much rather insist on something else, but all humour aside, my resources are quite thinned from the expedition," Kukri remarked, a little more seriously this time. She glanced at Giya, her body language trying to encourage her spirit, then glanced back to the sergeant. "Would you lead us to where you've been keeping our belongings?"
+**Concavenator**:
+The sergeant nodded and turned. "Of course. Your baggage, you will understand, has been thoroughly searched, but you should have all your provisions and your philosophical notes returned. Weapons, of course, have been unloaded, and I am afraid we do not return ammunitions; but you will not find yachakri from here to Grikaa".
+**pinkgothic**:
+"And a good thing that's true," Kukri mused. "We had the misfortune of seeing two of them on the expedition and I would rather never see a single one of them again." Mighty creatures they had been, though, but that had involved more stress hormones than she had any desire to be exposed to in the passable future. Either way, she nodded amicably - the lost ammunition hurt a little, but as long as she made it home to Grikaa with Giya, it was simply an inconvenience. "As for the disarray from a search," she commented. "It isn't likely to be worse than the one our belongings started in." Technically that wasn't true, but it was a platitude she was willing to indulge in for the sake of maintaining the levity they had been allowing between themselves.
+**Concavenator**:
+"I'm glad to hear that". They walked across a narrow corridor to a little wooden door, in which the sergeant slid a notched keyplate that had been hanging from her neck. Behind the door all of Kukri's baggage lay in a pile, open but intact; the rifle, conspicuously empty, was propped against a wall; and the notes had been piled on top of a box, crudely bound with twine; out of order, but with no obviously missing part.
+Giya asked: "I take the baggage, now? Are we going to Grikaa?" Her body language was stiff, as if she feared a disappointing answer and was preparing to hide her reaction.