She nods, weaving through the shop with calculated precision, yet also not considering the effect on others' attitude towards safety, muttering, "oh, babushke, what have you done now...?"

If Brnine looks towards the satchel as she slips the phone into her blazer, they'll definitely notice the extremely distinct sea-green star charm on a lanyard, though perhaps not that it's somehow inscribed with a stylized 'ν' that always faces the viewer.

Nautis, is, of course, panicking.