Interesting. So something had certainly happened to her hands, likely her arms as well. What had she been doing?

"If it's gold, don't bother. The value of that is plummeting thanks to a massive ongoing influx of the stuff. Soon a prostitute will be able to bedeck herself in gold bracelets and necklaces and not be able to give a link of it away for a hunk of bread."

He didn't say who or what precisely was responsible. If she had any sense, she'd connect the dots.

"What I want is something much different."