She meets his gaze back, watching carefully, calculating. She knows they think different things, he and Sanzo. He didn't like guns as much, he was less ready to kill.

But somehow they were able to care for each other regardless. She wrinkled her nose at the answer. Disappointment wasn't anger but it occurs to her that she doesn't want him to be disappointed in her either. That would be stupid.

"We do be having a lot." She agreed. "The train do be giving us food and anything we do be wanting. Even the really useless people."

No pickpocketing then. Or at least, no frivolous pickpocketing.