[Sonja can't spot what he's done with the card, but she assumes he's palmed it and paired that with some minor pyrotechnics, so she doesn't pay it much mind. She's not above a spot of legerdemain herself, and it doesn't do to gawk.]

Pleasure's mine, I'm sure. I assume there is somewhere to set up lodgings that's a bit more suitable than "next to that certain tree in the fog?"