[The crowds close around Colm, and Mercy has to halt for a moment, spinning on her heel, trying to find him. She's a fairly tall young woman, herself, which gives her some advantage, but not a great deal.]

My brother, sir. He's tall with a wide-brimmed hat and a pipe. I can- I can smell it. Him and Papa put mint in their tobacco. [She lifts her nose and swears she can catch the faintest whiff of it beyond the sweet and sticky flavors filling the air.] Please, you gotta help me. Can you use one of them boxes. I seen the other workers talking on them.

[Given his garb, she just assumes he's one of the performers.]