Susan clicks, all right. There's a kernel of judgement there, but no more. If there's one thing she's learned, it's that a girl has to do what she has to do to get by - and for all her own discomfort with it, didn't she get Hart Thorin's coin first, too?

She bites her lip again, looking down at the bag, and reaches inside to pick out one of the pink things, cautiously rolling it between her fingers and sniffing it.

"Smells sweet. Like berries. Mayhap it is perfume, though..." She glances back at the guard. "He don't smell like a man who'd use it."