The Highlander inclined her head just so. It had been many years, she thought, since she last saw this particular miqo'te. She was a hard face to forget, however, especially with that mouth on her. Adeya had even had the balls to break her operation back in the day. There was no way she would forget this woman.
"Th' usual," was all she replied as she stepped forward. Closer to the miqo'te, to be certain. She was, perhaps, an inch shy of actually brushing her arm, but she merely reached out for her own drink. Naois flashed a smile at the man. "Thanks, love."
She stepped back, away from Adeya, and raised her mug of ale. "An' how 'bout yerself, lass? Still a nuisance at th' checkpoin'? Or 'ave ya takin' ta buryin' inta books now?"
"Th' usual," was all she replied as she stepped forward. Closer to the miqo'te, to be certain. She was, perhaps, an inch shy of actually brushing her arm, but she merely reached out for her own drink. Naois flashed a smile at the man. "Thanks, love."
She stepped back, away from Adeya, and raised her mug of ale. "An' how 'bout yerself, lass? Still a nuisance at th' checkpoin'? Or 'ave ya takin' ta buryin' inta books now?"
