( stuffing her face and now eating just a little more barbaric than before (can't force a germlin to have table manners for too long), she nods to him eagerly with mining the caves. as if they need more coins right now. all that she made during the casino, she shoved it to silco to maintain and deal with. because handling finances isn't in her territory and it'd be better to just let him toy with it and do what needs to be done with it. but maybe they can trade the gems for more scrap metal for her. at least, that's what she would do.

his daughter scrunches up her face in thought, trying to recall if there had been any rumors, stories, or warnings about the steeple. but she grants him a shrug of her shoulders when she comes up with nothing. )

Nope! I haven't heard anyone talk about any tower stuff. The locals been pretty weird about everythin' lately. They won't spill the beans to anyone.

( but there's a tiny pause suddenly, an idea hits her like an arrow hitting a bullseye straight on. with the devil dancing behind her smile, she lifts up a knife before twirling it between her fingers. )

... But I can make 'em cough up a lil' drop of information.