Sight won. She still couldn't smell him, what was that about? "Cut down on th'smokes," she muttered to herself, increasing her pace enough to keep him in sight. Would he turn around? Probably not, but if he did she'd have a jaunty little wave ready for him. Except he chose to go down a certain alley.
She rolled her eyes.
Really. They'd decided to work together because their needs suited: he didn't know the city, she didn't have the right pull. And he thought to lose her? Please.
She hopped onto a pile of crates, and started climbing. There was the headache, right on time. She was breathing heavier than usual as she crested the top, the layout of the city with all its bridges and spires spreading out before her.
For the second time in a few days, she jumped and landed on someone running. Only this time, she didn't bother trying to stop him from going anywhere. For one, she just wanted to prove a point. Two, her head really fucking hurt. Ow.
She came up on her feet in front of him, wincing and holding her head. "I know ye like me ass, mate, but that ain't no call fer actin' creepy."
She rolled her eyes.
Really. They'd decided to work together because their needs suited: he didn't know the city, she didn't have the right pull. And he thought to lose her? Please.
She hopped onto a pile of crates, and started climbing. There was the headache, right on time. She was breathing heavier than usual as she crested the top, the layout of the city with all its bridges and spires spreading out before her.
For the second time in a few days, she jumped and landed on someone running. Only this time, she didn't bother trying to stop him from going anywhere. For one, she just wanted to prove a point. Two, her head really fucking hurt. Ow.
She came up on her feet in front of him, wincing and holding her head. "I know ye like me ass, mate, but that ain't no call fer actin' creepy."
