[ His moving the medallion draws her gaze, but she doesn't ask about it: she's not the sort who would, even if she liked accessories. Investigating people's secrets only matters when she's tasked with it; here, she has no reason. It's liberating, in its own way.
Ah, look. Close to the kinds of bars she hadn't enjoyed walking into as Military Police, but still smelling much better: the stench of alcohol, sweat, and vomit, with a touch of urine, is largely missing. Run down here is still better than Paradis, she supposes.
She chooses one of the stools at the bar, sliding into it and casting another look around. She'd started assessing the place when they walked in; even how she sits means her back is to the least accessible corner, and if she twists just barely, she can see the front door and the one off to the side. ]
Anything citrus is fine.
[ She likes the tang. Sweet things to eat, sure, and sour things to drink. Probably says something about her nature, but no real need to examine that right now. ]
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Ah, look. Close to the kinds of bars she hadn't enjoyed walking into as Military Police, but still smelling much better: the stench of alcohol, sweat, and vomit, with a touch of urine, is largely missing. Run down here is still better than Paradis, she supposes.
She chooses one of the stools at the bar, sliding into it and casting another look around. She'd started assessing the place when they walked in; even how she sits means her back is to the least accessible corner, and if she twists just barely, she can see the front door and the one off to the side. ]
Anything citrus is fine.
[ She likes the tang. Sweet things to eat, sure, and sour things to drink. Probably says something about her nature, but no real need to examine that right now. ]