"Some sacrifices must be made," Fifi says primly, and, as she stops to catch up with Anna, uses their greeting embrace as an opportunity to seamlessly drop her coins in the basket. A reverse pickpocketing.

Once they've made their way through the foyer and found a table, Fifi is able to turn her full attention on Xiomara in the however-many-minutes they have before the lights dim.
"You're from Rivain, aren't you?" she asks, lacing her fingers together under her chin.