[At this point she could just leave. Should just leave, really, she has too much to do to waste time chit-chatting with some strange old man on the street. Something about him sets her teeth on edge and it's not just the nagging familiarity scratching at the back of her brain. Had she robbed him before? It's possibly,old men are easy targets for bandits but something tells her this guy wouldn't show an ounce of fear if she were to point a knife at his eye.
She's about ready to follow her better judgement and brush past him, maybe pickpocket him for good measure, when he smiles and shows her his arm. Inside the muff her dominant hand clutches her non-dominant wrist and possessively runs her thumb over her grey heart crystals.]
Where did you get those? [Her tone turns on a dime, almost more of an accusation than a question.]
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She's about ready to follow her better judgement and brush past him, maybe pickpocket him for good measure, when he smiles and shows her his arm. Inside the muff her dominant hand clutches her non-dominant wrist and possessively runs her thumb over her grey heart crystals.]
Where did you get those? [Her tone turns on a dime, almost more of an accusation than a question.]