Zhi edged away from Nero. She was watching him with a smile on her face, but she was tense; there'd been a lot of let's-beat-zhi-up lately, and she was getting tired of it. She didn't like pain, not in the sense of actual bodily damage.
"All sorts think themselves right chummy wi'me," was Zhi's reply to Nero, her voice smooth. "Ye were one o'them not so long ago."
She turned to Inessa. "Yer a right overbearing windbag, ye are, fer all yer tryin' t' soothe me when I ain't shown ye no signs o' needin' soothin'. Still, I've interest in what ye've t'say. Hurts nothin' t'have a listen, I always say."
The woman's reply seemed to respond directly to Zhi's thoughts, which was uncanny, but it could have been a lucky shot. Sure, of course the woman would want to disassociate herself from her sources, even if the manner in which she did it was idiotic.
"But o'course I'm friendly t'work what keeps me belly full."
The man's anger was, in its own way, also idiotic. Zhi shared her smile between them before settling on Nero. There was some small amount of challenge in her eyes. "Ye not gonna let me work other jobs if I'm workin' fer yerself? Could be," she glanced at the woman again, "I could be o' service t'the both o' ye." She winked, and leered. "Servicin' two at once ain't outside o'me talents."
"All sorts think themselves right chummy wi'me," was Zhi's reply to Nero, her voice smooth. "Ye were one o'them not so long ago."
She turned to Inessa. "Yer a right overbearing windbag, ye are, fer all yer tryin' t' soothe me when I ain't shown ye no signs o' needin' soothin'. Still, I've interest in what ye've t'say. Hurts nothin' t'have a listen, I always say."
The woman's reply seemed to respond directly to Zhi's thoughts, which was uncanny, but it could have been a lucky shot. Sure, of course the woman would want to disassociate herself from her sources, even if the manner in which she did it was idiotic.
"But o'course I'm friendly t'work what keeps me belly full."
The man's anger was, in its own way, also idiotic. Zhi shared her smile between them before settling on Nero. There was some small amount of challenge in her eyes. "Ye not gonna let me work other jobs if I'm workin' fer yerself? Could be," she glanced at the woman again, "I could be o' service t'the both o' ye." She winked, and leered. "Servicin' two at once ain't outside o'me talents."
