Had a few minutes between message, the bosses happy with her quickness. Had been given a mug of something terribly alcoholic. Smelled strong enough to use as a disinfectant. There were a couple of ships that were interesting. One loaded with opium, the other with human cargo, Chinese and Indian girls to be specific. Plunked her-himself down, on a nearby crate, feet swinging and offered up a swallow of the whiskey? in exchange for a puff.

Believing she he had narrowed down which ship Holmes was looking for Molly Matty was ready to take an educated guess. "Parthia. Slaves." Taking a rather practiced inhale after said negotiation had occurred. Second guess, "Abyssinia. Opium."