She lifts her hand to examine the shard in it. Were it anywhere else, she would likely have already tried removing it, consequences be damned. But she values her hands, she did all of her delicate little works with them, it would pain her to have that damaged.

"Can they remove it?"

The real item on her itinerary. All the other things could be figured out -- food, board, pay -- but not before determining whether or not she was infected with something irreversible.