[The real question here is, of course, whether he tells her he's seen her off and on all day and doesn't particularly need that announcement of being followed, or does he let her believe he got one over on him and leave it at that. Both have advantages and drawbacks, both have an infinite amount of amusement for him personally, but...The truth is, he is frankly entirely too tired to play the cat and mouse game at the level it would probably require, so he simply lets her think she's made her little deception.

But that is neither here, nor there, nor anywhere else, for that matter. If there has been one person among the living he hasn't expected to actually see here - ever again, if he's being honest - she would most certainly be on the shorter of the short lists. So yes, that is a raised eyebrow at the drink slid across the table to him, that inches higher at the first part of that question and remains where it is when she clarifies, though on the whole he does certainly appear amused. And he is. Partially he wants to ask why it even matters, but he also knows better than to ask questions he doesn't already know the answer to, no matter how benign.]

He came round there in the end. [And that's all he really has to say about it, despite the twitch of his mouth that isn't a smile, isn't even close, but a sign of amusement all the same. It's just repairs for the Pearl; with enough coin dangled in their faces, and enough brow beating, they always do.] Though I find meself doubting the motive of your concern with me haggling with carpenters and their like, Missus Turner. Drink says I'm being buttered up for something I'd like as not rather not hear.