The skepticism is noted, though that doesn't stop Inessa from considering the notion of leaving some where Christine is resting her head these days. Whether she uses it or not is her decision, but at least it will be available. She nods grimly while sparking the fire into being, resting the kettle over it.

"We can share what resources we have, once we're better situated. I expect that will be a likely condition for remaining here regardless, so that we're more benefit than burden to the local government. If there are other methods, I'll inquire as to them when I get the chance. It would be so much easier if we had access to the market areas." She frowns a bit, wondering when that confinement will be lifted. Kirkwall is far from ideal, but limiting them to just the docks and the Gallows hardly helps with the mood. As Garahel noses into the pantry, Inessa rushes over.

"Garahel, no. I'll get you a treat, but you're not having the run of the pantry! Such a glutton." The mabari whines in protest; he hadn't depleted anything! ...mostly because he had been stopped in time, but still.