She shrugs. It seems very unlikely that anything useful will happen. Maybe, at best, the brother will bribe her to do some sort of damage to the man. Or maybe he means to kill her to cover it up, and she should leave her home. She should almost definitely leave her home.

"Okay. I — he won't get away with this."

If the woman doesn't look inclined to say anything else, she's going to leave.

"Were you able to help?"

"I — am going to do my best. Who... is... your brother?"

"Juan Ventura, the duke of Gandia. He sits with the nobles in the convention and is usually drunk outside it - sometimes inside it too - and he's a worse person than almost anyone I know, probably not as evil as an Asmodean, but I don't know any of those."

Nod. "We should — hurry back, probably, lunch is going to be over soon — I'm glad you came to me about him."

"Yes, we should.

...Be careful. Juan is dangerous."

She is not actually planning to kill him personally, probably, but it's still good to be aware of that. She nods.