...You, havin' a criminal record? Pull the other one. [She said in a flat sarcasm-laden tone, from her glass house.] Gotta be some limit on the amount of time folks care 'bout that sort of thing, ain't there?

[she's still banned from the culinarian's guild, so maybe that was wishful thinking.]

S' a great place. Bright n' warm in ways I ain't never expected a city could be. Limsa's great n'all, only home I really knew, but it's... [One of her ears twitched as she looked for the right word.] ...well, ain't much likely to find pirates in Radz-at-Han, aye? Felt a bit safer at its worst n' Limsa at its best.