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When Jak got back to the Engine room she spotted Imogen leaning on a wall outside the door. "Imogen," she said surprised and smiled at the lookout forgetting momentarily that she couldn't see it. "What brings you down here?"

Imogen was a little taken by the chipper mood but didn't think much of it to bring it up. "Not anything very interesting, just wanted to see if you were going into town."

She stood straight up from the wall, her cane at her side, as she continued on. "I have been wanting to weigh down my purse a little more and wanted to know if you wanted to come along."

Imogen was leaning on the wall of the engine room as Jak went to clean up. When the thief returned though a waft of citrus came with her. As they begun the way to town, Jak one step ahead, Imogen inquired about the aroma.

"Did Diablo give you something? Or does that scent of fruit linger longer than I thought?"

Imogen nodded and followed along as they reached the edge of town. Before getting too far into the crowd she stopped in her tracks, tapping her cane on the hard pavement.

"So how will you like to receive funds? Guilt, distraction or tricks?" Then she gave a pause before finishing the list of gold locating techniques.

"Or would you rather do that charging into a crowd thing?" She said with a airy but arrogant sarcasm.

"Distraction it is. I wasn't in the mood for the 'my poor blind sister' routine anyway." Imogen gave a sigh and then out stretched her cane. Usually she found her way threw by different means not really relying on the cane.

It was one way but utilizing the other senses where more reliable than a stick of wood. However as like on the ship it was important to have when thrown about.

With her cane outstretched she walked into the nearest large wallet, falling to a knee as she did. "Oh I'm so sorry," she sounded very concerned as the man lent his hand. She hoped Jak was paying attention.

Juslo stumbled out of his room and closed the door. After he closed it, he collapsed to his knees. "OOWWW!" He worked himself hard enough that as soon as he had laid on his bed for a few seconds, his become stiff as a rock. He couldn't move for a couple hours, and when he could, it took a few minutes just to stand. "Damn legs! Move!!" He wobbled upwards and left for the engine room. Juslo believed that Jak was probably there, but didn't know for sure. He had to get back to work to restable himself.

Jak was leaning casually against the side of a building going through the contents of a few more wallets. She giggled as she inspected the contents of one of the lifted wallets, "Your sarcasm is like clock work dear Imogen." She put them away into an inside pocket of the coat and adjusted her necklace. "If your bored then we could shake things up a little bit but I doubt Scott would want us creating a scene with his ship still so far from being complete."