Rummaging through his pockets lends Yngvi something of the air of bored (right, fine, let's say harried) dwarf waits around, passing little gears, nails, and pins through his fingers to count the length of time she's been gone since tapping is too obvious here.

"There you are, don't have all day!" He says loudly for the benefit of selling this little pantomime when she returns, "There's plenty left on the tour, don't you want to sit where the great storied arse of the Champion sat?" Moving, moving, away from these shady people getting on the ship until they're not going to be something worth watching, he finally feels like he can talk. Chantry folk peddling about for coin are more note-worthy here. "A name's good, better than good. Back to the warehouse, see if there's more lurking there that's about the ship then I think we go somewhere we can actually talk."

Which means back to Darktown then back to the Gallows but at least they've got something to be working on for a while and that sits damned well with Yngvi who can crack the most sincere and genuine smile he's managed all day.