Kitty smiles at him around his drink. As it became more apparent that Fiyero hadn’t just been messing with him and truly didn’t have any kind of identification, Kitty had given it some thought about what could be done.

“I’ve had some thoughts but I need to talk to some people. Your accent makes things a bit easier to be honest.” Brow furrowing, a new question comes to mind. “Where have you been staying?”