Alley of Poirot
"Hrmmph. Fine. How much was it?"
"Ah..." Leslie looks up from an impatient halfling who has been waiting to use the exit and glances at her clipboard. "Two thousand, six hundred seventy... gil? Is it pronounced gill or jill?"
"Hmph," Poirot retrieves his wallet and approaches J, not justifying the ignorant newbie with an answer. "Very well. If you will look at this paper money..."
Once he has J's attention on the small handful of scrip, he suddenly springs into action and grabs at her bag, trying to wrest away what he imagines to be her only weapon.