As with the visit to the temple of Iomedae, Fira takes point somewhat on the way to the cutyard, sauntering up to the grounds. The constant, oppressive sounds of labor vary in pitch and volume, but are never completely escapable. Damn, they've been here not five minutes and Fira knows why the staff can't stand to be here long.
Noticing Teedum's presence, she pegs him as the kind of guy who occupies the position others call "boss" or at least acts like he does. Sauntering over to him, she makes a show of craning her neck, as if she's trying to look for someone else over him. "Hey chum, think you could point us to your boss? We were planning to ask them about the terribly few people they have around, see if they planned on doing something about that."