"Whatever gave you that idea?" is hypothetical and managed just prior to setting the pipe back between her teeth as she turns to the question of tossing her things until the dagger's empty scabbard reveals itself. It's a simple, unadorned leather thing - a good match for the understated weapon; Fitcher makes only the sparest inspection of the blade (a fingertip tapping the marginally sharper edge) before tucking it safely away.

The sum of its parts is tossed carelessly onto the bed, to be forgotten until some later moment when she rediscovers it with a knee or hand or it falls out onto the floor as she climbs under the blankets.

"Whisky or wine?"