Zhi tossed the steel-and-flint up, and caught it coming down. She rolled her eyes. "No fancy tricks off yer crew, this round. Ye remember how t'run wi'out 'em?" Another tact. Yup, that was how she rolled. If one angle didn't work, try another.
She'd start walking beside him, stretching her arms out behind her. The sneer she had pasted onto her face was, in most ways, hideous; it was recognizably her, as much as the kink in her tail. "Need t'lay down some . . .things. In th'right spot. T'be found in th'mornin' by certain . . . they don't matter. What does matter is that we'll be passin' through places where there'll be guards. More'n that, we'll be strollin' 'round th'personal rooms o' one o' Limsa's finest. He runs his own personal fleet o'drug runners an' mules. He wouldn't look too kindly on a couple o' scrags jes invitin' themselves in. Fancy?"
She looked up at him, full blown mischief replacing the ugly looks she'd been throwing his way. One way to get Zhavi off your back? Hand her a challenge. Bitches love challenges.
She'd start walking beside him, stretching her arms out behind her. The sneer she had pasted onto her face was, in most ways, hideous; it was recognizably her, as much as the kink in her tail. "Need t'lay down some . . .things. In th'right spot. T'be found in th'mornin' by certain . . . they don't matter. What does matter is that we'll be passin' through places where there'll be guards. More'n that, we'll be strollin' 'round th'personal rooms o' one o' Limsa's finest. He runs his own personal fleet o'drug runners an' mules. He wouldn't look too kindly on a couple o' scrags jes invitin' themselves in. Fancy?"
She looked up at him, full blown mischief replacing the ugly looks she'd been throwing his way. One way to get Zhavi off your back? Hand her a challenge. Bitches love challenges.
