"Mm. I believe I either did away with them or misplaced them; it's difficult to imagine which. Normally, I am not so careless, but I didn't believe they would prove useful. Perhaps I shall find them again."

"If there are crowds, as you say..."

Something told her Patchouli wouldn't enjoy that. Noire could tolerate it - new experiences and all that - but she could certainly understand an appreciation for quiet places.