Kanna's stare was steady through Kimet's words. She had no idea how much one might exchange 'fifty cee pee' for. It sounded like a lot, but she'd seen and heard enough of the big folk and their hive to know that they had no cultural inclination for honesty, only individual. She didn't know this woman, or this man.
But she wouldn't put herself at further disadvantage by admitting this.
The 'ceramic' was not at issue. She could find food and water in places where big folk would wither and die. She had a place among the First People, when she wished to return home. She did not need this man or his 'ceramic.'
But Kanna was still curious, and now suspicious. The man wanted weapons, in great number, pulled from an armory of the old, dead world. With fortune, he only meant to turn them against other hives, other big folk. That was the usual way of things. Still. It would be good to make sure. There were many of the big, and few of the First. If they came in number, with old weapons, it could force them from the high forest, even if the cost in invader blood would be steep.
Had the spirits moved to bring her here? She would see.
Kanna dropped nimbly to the ground, clad in tanned hides not so differently than Kimet, if in miniature.
"I will go."