"Do you think so? We have only seen one city — and if things are as dire as they suggest, there would be plenty of dead." An even more morbid thought, but Dimitri had those in spades still.

"My apologies." He murmured, fingers flexing. The lack of warmth and pressure around his fingers was... odd, after he had grown used to holding her hand since they left the portal. Dimitri cleared his throat and followed, browsing the wares until he found a lance. He took a step back, far enough away from anyone and anything, to swing it a few times. "A good heft. I'll take it."

He'd owe them later, and he intended to pay. For now, however, he slotted the lance where Areadbhar should be, and turned to Imogen. "Are you finished?"