Kitty opens her mouth to protest that maybe a burly half-drunk tattooed sailor isn't the best source for this sort of thing, especially when you've just addressed him quite rudely as you - but he responds to Bartimaeus in a voice that's quite civil, saying, "Two doors down that way. Sign of the frog at the crossroads. Clean rooms for a good price."

"Oh - thank you," Kitty says, a little unsteady, and then looks to Bartimaeus with a small shrug. She does realize now, thinking about it, that sending him off on his own might not be the best idea; the demon is proving to have very little in terms of common sense, and he definitely just bolted more alcohol. Some drunk, foreign-looking kid staggering around demanding charcoal...But what business is it of hers? She's not his minder. She's -

She sighs. "Give me another minute and I'll come with you. All right? Just one more minute to warm up a bit."