Zhavi caught the bag out of the air. She made him wait while she counted the coin, and then a little longer as she divided it up and secreted it away. Even secured purses could give a telling jingle, and as quick as she needed to move, she'd long ago ceased carrying purses once she was on. Her grin had remained in place as he'd talked: she'd chosen cocky for her armor, and she wore it with no small amount of practice.
"Find Yayabuko. Tell 'im t'get me a picker an' a trouper -- he'll know where t'send 'em. Then y'might wanna pay 'im fer his trouble and his silence, since ye tapped him in yer game."
She made to move, body arcing outwards as she prepared to finish her climb to the roof, but stopped. "I ain't gonna ask who ye are. Most time I don't care. But ye come sniffin' 'round me grounds an' steppin' on me tail again, won't be me floatin' facedown in th'docks. Aye, we're square, Clodhopper."
Her body was taut, held in limbo as she kept herself secure against the sill and the wall. Grin still present, she stared down at him -- bold as you please.
"Find Yayabuko. Tell 'im t'get me a picker an' a trouper -- he'll know where t'send 'em. Then y'might wanna pay 'im fer his trouble and his silence, since ye tapped him in yer game."
She made to move, body arcing outwards as she prepared to finish her climb to the roof, but stopped. "I ain't gonna ask who ye are. Most time I don't care. But ye come sniffin' 'round me grounds an' steppin' on me tail again, won't be me floatin' facedown in th'docks. Aye, we're square, Clodhopper."
Her body was taut, held in limbo as she kept herself secure against the sill and the wall. Grin still present, she stared down at him -- bold as you please.
