[Valvatorez nods when Chise speaks, noting the strange coloration of her hand, but initially saying nothing about it. He shifted his weight onto his rear foot, casting his glare at the growing crowd being herded about to inevitably be taken for a ride.]

The nonsense fortune tellers get up to... it used to serve me well. Now, however, this is simply becoming irritating. If it were the old days, I would just scare them all straight and be done with it. Nevertheless, what do you propose we do now?

[Shinki were supposed to be something of a moral compass, after all.]