[ His honest and straightforward answer seems to do most of the work, and Yingying cuts in pretty quickly afterward. ]

See? My sweetheart has moved around a lot for work.

[ In fact, she's surprised to hear just how much he's been moving around... having lived her whole life in the village, it's hard to imagine. "Fled" is an interesting word, too...

Producing a tiny sachet from her robes, she places it between them and the teller, pushing it across. It's perfumed strongly with the scent of wisteria, and has a lucky knot tied on it in violet silk. ]

Here, take this for good luck and blessings from my homeland, and a show of our good faith. We don't mean any trouble.

[ Perhaps because of any lingering cultural similarities between their two backgrounds, combined with the overly blunt and lack of obvious deceit in Yi Sang's answer, the man seems to finally relent under the pressure of Yingying's charming smile, taking the small packet begrudgingly while he rings them up. Where did she even get that from? It must have been something she already had with her before even coming here. ]