And she'd like help with keeping running.

Kaz gives her the name of a ship and captain that's heading south. Mention her name and the captain will give her passage at least past the straits.

She's extremely grateful.

She can pay Kaz back if she's ever in the True Sea again.

She doubts she's coming back.

Well. Keep it in mind.

Sure, whatever. 

Then back to check on her other assets.

Inej has gotten leads on a spider to plant the bombs.

Jesper's late getting back, but - he thinks he's brought their new chemist around. 

Good progress on all fronts, then.

Definitely. 

They'll be ready to leave, soon. 

The sooner, the better.

Do they have a ship lined up? 

Three berths on a regular trader.

"Let's get to it, then."

Kaz nods. "Indeed."

Inej, of course, takes to the shadows on the rooftops as they travel. 

Which leave Kaz and Jesper to watch the crowd from street level.

And, as they're cutting through a deserted part of the shipyards - 

Several men step out of the alleyways in front of and behind them.

Oh here we go.

Kaz tightens her grip on her cane.

Jesper sighs and loosens his revolvers in their holsters. "Evening, gentlemen."

They close around the two, weapons - clubs, mostly - drawn. 

"Where's your little shadow?" one of their apparent leaders calls, and - yep, he's one of the Dime Lions.

"I'd've thought you people would have learned to figure that out before showing yourselves by now." She tilts her head. "But then, I suppose you are Dime Lions. I need to manage my expectations."

There are, perhaps, slightly fewer of them than most might bring to a beat down like this - six shapes moving in the shadows, including the leader, and he is, perhaps, now noticing this. 

"I'd've thought you'd know not to cross Pekka Rollins," is all he says.