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[She's still in the clothes she arrived in, though she's taken the advantage of being able to wash them so at least they're clean. This was, of course, after she'd ventured out into the city to plumb the depths of allies and dumpsters in order to collect materials to make goods to sell so she would have money for clothes and food.]

[It was a very practiced ritual of hers.]

[So now she's got a blanket (dumpster behind a home goods store) spread out with some cuff bracelets and woven wire necklaces that she'd been working on diligently for the first few days. Even as she sits patiently waiting for customers, she's got her hands busy wrapping feathers and bones into the wire and gear framework of a larger wrist cuff.]

[Dictated into the grimorie, which she's got laid open by her side,] So this whole gears and steam aesthetic ... it was pretty popular in my world among the more financially endowed. I never had the means for it, so it's interesting to be able to experiment with it here on a limited income.

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[Krista... has a delicate, girly handshake. she's impressed (and a little caught off guard) by how much of a badass Sandrine seems to be, wow.]

Well, neat. Kindred spirits, or something. But uh, no worries--I actually just wanted to ask you something.

[She gives him a small chuckle, and goes back to working on more jewelry.]

I didn't realize this was going to be so complicated for you.

[It comes from living on the streets,and constantly working with her hands like she is now; leather, bones, metal, not the softest of materials.]

Oh? What's that? [Sandrine looks at Krista curiously.]

If I'm going to take a girl out, I'm going to do it right.

[teasing, teasing... sort of.

And so, he pockets the bracelet and turns to head on his way]

It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Nicole. See you later tonight.

Do you know... what the Kithain are...?

[she's kind of hesitant in the way she asks that, since she's more than used to the idea that she'll be locked up in an institution for talking about these kinds of things. but hey. weird world.]

See you, Tek.

[She watches him pocket the bracelet, intrigued. usually people who bought her things liked to put it on just then, if it wasn't a gift. Just one other oddity to add to the stack.]

[As the day edges on to early evening, she gathers up her things and heads back to her room to get ready, and a little bit before seven she's dutifully waiting at the tram station. She's transformed her dark blue flannel shirt into something a little more appropriate.]

[Sandrine pauses for a moment in thought, frowning slightly. She shakes her head.] No, sorry. Haven't heard of them before. Is that ... something from your world?

...Yeah, there're a kind of magical being. [then, casually, like she doesn't think it's weird at all:] I just wondered, since you look kind of like one.

[...of COURSE she's doing that on purpose, but.]

[he's there more or less on time, and dressed up for the occasion. In one of his nicest fitted coats, nails neatly lacquered black, he's certainly not making any attempt to blend into anything. They'll make quite the pair.

And oh the amused expression is right back on his face when he spots her and her outfit.]

...You are a clever thing, aren't you?

Hey, those of us who aren't pretty or rich have to make up for it somehow. [She smirks at him, eyeing the tailored outfit in contrast to her own.]

So, what's on the menu for tonight?

[Sandrine narrows her eyes slightly, trying to keep her expression blank but unable to shake the suspicion she'd been found out.]

What makes you say that?

Just a feeling I have. [awkward laugh!] It's kind of a talent of mine.

[Sandrine's still more than a little suspicious, although she's still attempting to maintain a casual appearance.]

So ... what are these ... 'kithain'? How am I like them?

[that makes two of them. she wants to find out how Krista is able to tell something about her, and Krista is trying to get more details about what she's like... but with her denying she knows what Kithain are, it's pretty obvious she's really not one of them.]

They're fairies, kind of. They're a people made of dream-stuff.

[she points a little at Sandrine, mostly just to gesture.]

They just feel different than normal humans. You don't feel quite like their magic, though. Not like a vampire either, but that was pretty obvious...

[Sandrine's gone stock still. Fairies ... Faeked ... It's not exact but it's similar enough that she's highly disconcerted by it. Her response is thick and tight, a little chink in the mask.]

So you can ... detect magic?

Yeah.

[...oh, it hadn't occurred to her that Sandrine might also be something that hunts people like her. damn you, lack of foresight! maybe she should... not dig a further grave, if so.]

But I'm not, uh, out to mess with you or anything. Sorry.

[she stands back up, like she's stretching.]

It's really none of my business. It's just rare to see magic out here in the city, so I got curious...

[She's watching Krista carefully, feeling a little bit trapped and exposed. She turns away for a moment to take a deep breath.]

Yeah, you don't want to mess with me. [Her tone is soft and careful, but serious. She looks back at Krista with hard, dark eyes. She's upset that she's been so easily unveiled here, even if Krista may not know the extent of her abilities or mean any harm by it.] I may still be learning the ways of this place but there are ... certain things about myself I don't want found out. Are we clear?

[...eek.]

Yeah. Totally clear. Like... Windex-treated windows, clear.

[she nods a little, clearly not wanting to make it look worse than it already is.]

So with that established, I think I'll... go back to wandering. See you... around?

[Sandrine gives a stiff, forced nod back, her expression not softening in the slightest.]

Yes. Be seeing you.

[Her heart's pounding and she's pissed, livid that it was that easy, seemingly.]

[yeah... yeah, she figures it's time to go. so she takes a couple steps back and re-asserts herself into the line of people wandering through this particular way, heading back out into the headache-causing, dream-dissolving city proper.]

I'm taking someone else's suggestion, so if it isn't any good, it's not my fault.

[he nods in the direction they'll be heading, and then offers his arm]

Shall we?

[She hesitates slightly before taking his arm, forcing a small smile. She tries to play it off with a soft chuckle, but it's been a while since she's given anyone this honor and she doesn't really trust him besides.]

We shall. Certainly sounds like an adventure, trying something new.

[he doesn't seem to be taking it very seriously, if that's any consolation. There's a playfulness to it. Entirely irreverent. He finds the whole thing funny; he loves the glances they're attracting as they stroll along.]

This world is entirely an adventure. That's really all it's good for, I've decided.

Well, I guess the situation could be worse. An adventure is at least worth having.

[She's becoming more and more conscious of the stares, and it's unsettling her somewhat, not out of embarrassment at all, but a general dislike of attention. Her attention gets distracted a moment as she glares back at someone who was staring a few moments too long for her tastes.]

[he's reveling in it--both the attention itself, and her wonderful responses to it.]

Of course it could be worse. There are theories floating around that this place is some sort of punishment, or test, or any number of other unpleasant things.

But, I think that's all ridiculous.

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