"Doesn't matter - it's not like we can really stay here anyway, right?"

He doesn't need to say more than that. The curtains flutter and the shutters bang. The 'Nest is nothing but bones. A skeletal remain of what used to be; of what was once his. Now there's nothing more save dust and grime to keep the weathered bits company.

Greed walks away from her, moving around the bar with a swift stride. He disappears not a second later, ducking under to the tune of chiming glass and banging tin. "Over there," he starts. With his hand extending out, crooked index throwing itself to a small hallway. "-not much in there, but snag what you can. There's a box with a few centz still left in it."

Not much to go by, but enough to get them out of Dublith.

But the Sin's grin is as present as it is obvious, despite him being out of sight. He purrs on the other side of the wood:

"Money's never been a problem."