He wasn't alone. That wasn't a problem; it was an irritation. Another level of something she had to work through. Gods, but she was tired. If only she could just go to sleep until it was all over, with a bag full of gil and a boost to her reputation. Hah. She smirked at her inner humor, knowing it to be a product of exhaustion and too much trouble. It wasn't funny. She wasn't funny.
The drink was left on the table, still mostly full, as Zhi rose from her spot along the wall and ambled to intersect her target and his cronies. She shuffled what she knew of them to the front of her mind. Stand upright. Shoulders back. Chin up. Business face on; he likely wouldn't respond well to her usual cocky grin and bad attitude. Rein it in, girl, and don't feck it up.
The captain and his crewmen wouldn't have made it more than four steps inside before Zhi's path crossed theirs. She planted herself before them, not quite facing them full on. A scrawny little thing -- all skin and bones, if one was being caustic about it -- with rough hair and skin, and the sort of body language that found itself right at home in the worst parts of town. Bold. Confident. Ready to take the world head on, if need be. Judging by the small scars and marks that marred her skin, perhaps she had, in bits and pieces.
"Buy ye a drink?" She only looked at the Captain, didn't acknowledge his crew. Her business was with him -- the rest was incidental. Unimportant. She lifted her left hand and rubbed the tip of her ring finger against her thumb: sign lingo for dealmaking.
The drink was left on the table, still mostly full, as Zhi rose from her spot along the wall and ambled to intersect her target and his cronies. She shuffled what she knew of them to the front of her mind. Stand upright. Shoulders back. Chin up. Business face on; he likely wouldn't respond well to her usual cocky grin and bad attitude. Rein it in, girl, and don't feck it up.
The captain and his crewmen wouldn't have made it more than four steps inside before Zhi's path crossed theirs. She planted herself before them, not quite facing them full on. A scrawny little thing -- all skin and bones, if one was being caustic about it -- with rough hair and skin, and the sort of body language that found itself right at home in the worst parts of town. Bold. Confident. Ready to take the world head on, if need be. Judging by the small scars and marks that marred her skin, perhaps she had, in bits and pieces.
"Buy ye a drink?" She only looked at the Captain, didn't acknowledge his crew. Her business was with him -- the rest was incidental. Unimportant. She lifted her left hand and rubbed the tip of her ring finger against her thumb: sign lingo for dealmaking.
