They're allowed to enter, and it seems that there's not too much fuss. Not too many ruffled feathers. Jael is hyperaware, and she catches a few leering glances. A pale girl with red down her back looks at them for a long moment before disappearing into the thick of things. Unsure she likes the way the stranger looks at her, Jael tucks closer to Modesty. There are children here too, in her periphery, that move near the same as that bastard who threatened to eat her. Unnerving, but she wouldn't let it distract from their mission.
Finding the livestock isn't hard. Though Jael is markedly dissimilar from the dogs manning their cows, they match her darting gait and sharp gaze. Scanning the stock, Jael's brow furrows as she thinks through her best course of action. Calves were easier to transport, even if getting them the final bit of the way would be harder. Driving older heifers... she didn't like it. Too much could go wrong over that much distance. Gaze raking over each of the pens in turn, Jael joins Modesty at the most reasonably sized mixed purpose calves.
Gaze intent as she looks at the creatures, though they seem to bend easily to Jael's eye alone. Good. Nearing them, circling the outside of their pen, she looks at their feet and their gait as they move. Ignoring any decorum entirely, she needs to make her assessment. Only after a few long moments is she satisfied, facing away from the cattle dogs as she speaks confidentially to Modesty. "They look reasonable, but we should look for an excuse to sit nearby for a bit. Jael's glance is furtive. "We should listen for coughing, I saw a drippy nose two pens down." Her tone is quiet. Careful. They wouldn't be bringing any sort of livestock disease onto the island.
"I um, I brought smaller stuff, we can trade for snacks." She ventured hopefully, licking her lips. Jael is still nervous around the woman, and she's trying to bridge the gap. Fuck, she's trying. The girl tugged at the borrowed pouch around her shoulder, stuffed with beads, as well as some of the surplus sewing needles from the snake carcass. A shy smile on her lips as she looks up at Modesty, the hustle of the market still enough to overwhelm her.
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