Giada watched Punchau saunter in to the bank that day, slumping in her chair and wondering how he could play everything off so well. She kept worrying that every person who looked in her direction for more than two seconds was some kind of a Dalaran spy, though her imaginary reckoning never came. The two of them met at the entrance as planned and without any interference.
She tried not to react when he sat next to her, and she took care to face in a different direction. He played it cool and surreptitiously left a satchel on the service counter near the entrance, though she did try to look busy in her purse to play up to the act.
In a low voice only a big-eared person could here, she vented to him as she dug through her collection of bank notes. "I thought your solution would end my worries...instead I've been paranoid for the whole week since," she whispered.
He didn't even look at her as they murmured. "You get over it."
"Easy for you to say. You don't live here." She found the signed bank note shed routes through the store's account and slipped it into his satchel, quickly closing her purse thereafter. "Maybe you should wait a while before coming around again."
He chuckled deep in his throat, but otherwise continued to watch the street magician outside. "Don't worry, I told you I'm gonna make this go away. Just get back to your life and remember me first if your boss needs any more endangered species. I work without a license."
Her heart rate increasing again, Giada noticed a town crier outside and pretended to suddenly be interested in whatever inane news was being passed around. There were many answers that floated through her mind, but she was too stressed out say anything. She was proud of herself that she didn't look at him or anyone else as she slipped outside.
"Fml," she grumbled.