Zhavi wasn't drunk, and she hadn't been smoking. Goultard had put her on edge, and it was that edge that had her leaning -- almost instinctively -- away from Goultard as she walked by. It wasn't any obvious thing, it wasn't a sense of danger: some things the streetrunner didn't want, and there were some things that she avoided as a matter of course unless some specific circumstances were met.
Touch was one of those things.
She looked up at the elezen with a gamine smile.
Touch was one of those things.
She looked up at the elezen with a gamine smile.