Puppeteer's words would probably prove more relevant after some thought later. For the moment, Sheeana just took the hiccup in her speaking rythms as a sign of discomfort in unfamiliar sorroundings.

"It's relevant in a biological way." She said as she she motioned to a nearby table. A mug of hot spicecoffee (it smelled of flint and cinnamon) and flaky, sweet baklawa had been set out for them. "The Spice Agony kills almost every man who attempts it. I wasn't jesting with the offer of refreshments by the way."