They tell her that there's no evidence of anything larger than a human or O'urtnx in the ruins of Lumina. No Kyaine - all of them died at the shore - no Taranan, and certainly not a Guardian. She laughs at the last one. It's not like anyone's seen Malaicacynne in a thousand years, so how would anyone find yet another missing god? She laughs, and she bakes.
Flour, sugar, yeast proofed on an altar, saltwater. Surround dough with hints of what it might be searching for in the sea while it rises. Bake bread until crisp. Insert sand dollar, polished stone, or once-sunken gold as payment.
She takes the hard puck of bread on her way to her job selling actual edible baked goods - one saltwater loaf each week, in a typical month - and throws it in the sea. May Nskanetis Herself find the Assassin, if she is within Her depths.