[ He was decoding what she said when the picture came in. ]

I know the place. I'll be there in a bit.

[ On the list of things he thought he was expecting from this place, this was...on the list but very very far down. Regardless, he shows up half an hour later, still wearing his black apron, a heavy smell of spices coming from him, with a fluffy calico cat at his heels.

He's not quite sure who he's looking for when he departed, but he figured that anyone standing outside the tavern looking either annoyed, worried, or both would be easy to spot. But then again, it is a tavern of sailors. ]

Hey, I'm looking for someone. Speaking really odd, probably was stomping around here roughly an hour or so. Seen anyone like that, or heard?

[ He does find her, not realizing she is the person he's looking for. ]