With her current remarkably short fuse, Ehati was swiftly growing irritated with the two men and their bickering. When they began to swear and insult eachother with all the indignation of two squirrels wronged, she lost what temper she was holding.
"Stop swearing!" She exclaimed, first. "Haven't either of you learned that swearing in the presence of a woman is hardly the kindest thing to do, not to mention that it truly is extremely rude? If you can't say anything nice, then shut up and don't talk until you figure out how to sweeten your tongues."
She had straightened and set her shoulders, backing her words with a tone that said she wasn't just talking and that they had annoyed her. A woman appeared, as though out of nowhere, and Ehati had to tame the glare she would have shot at the woman into something more pleasant. She listened in, intently, more concerned about theivery in the city than wounded pride, but nodded that it would be in the men's best interests to stop fighting and go on their respective ways. She backed that up verbally as well, reminding them that if she found them arguing again, she would make true on her threat to apprehend them. She also promised to find out about the kid who pickpocketed the one man.
The woman began speaking to her then, something about the culprit, and pointing in the direction of a gap in the stalls. Ehati's eyes raised to follow her gaze but she didn't see anything. Perhaps the child was hidden. However, the woman continued to rattle on and Ehati's doubt began to grow. The culprit was 'one of those spirits called ghosts'?
"All spirits are called ghosts," she replied flatly. She nodded at her as she left then, not interested in carrying on the conversation if the woman really thought to blame a ghost. However, she did approach the mentioned location warily, half expecting a wild kid to spring out at her. "You can come out now," she said loudly. "I know you're there." How amusing it would be if the woman was senile and had left Ehati talking to a wall.