Shiki followed the movement of a skidding egg, if only by sight, as she slugged on after Etienne. The farther they went, the odder she found it. How did they spread out like that? Was there a strong wind while she was inside the shop?

There was no telling, but in the meantime, she looked curiously forward at Etienne's mumblings, wondering why he'd mention the air. The weather had been strange lately, true enough... Which could explain the hints of Etienne's ailing health, if not her own odd symptoms. A cold wasn't too strange...

But his latter point, that struck her with an idea, and she caught up to make a motion with her hand in his sight- like clicking something in her hand and then writing.

"Do you have a pen, sir?"