"You are in a dock yard," Natalia says, waving at the various fish stalls and store fronts, which, indeed, have people from many walks of life, many of them lowly. "Everyone belongs here, if only briefly, on their way to or from a place. They may even belong here for extended periods. Sailors and airmen stay nearby often. We of Penguin Logistics deliver packages that are left in our care."

She leans on one hand and, with a disaffected expression, continues to look the dame in the eyes. "Do you perhaps have such?"