@incandescentis | continued from here
Even if the woman had been dressed in rags, Ekko would be able to tell she wasn’t from around here, that she was too well-heeled for this neighborhood, based on the way she carried herself alone. She moved with all the graceful elegance of someone topside, and because of that, he had immediately picked her out of the crowd. A Piltie in Zaun claiming they had something to do, something that couldn’t wait until morning, was never a good thing, so he wanted to keep an eye on her. She seemed to be pretty dismissive of him, though. He needed to let her know that he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Home?” he said. There was a vague gesture around the area. “You’re lookin’ at it. You, on the other hand—” He tried to keep his expression and tone neutral, which proved difficult, as his lip kept twitching up, wanting to settle into the same scowl he tossed at most Piltie bitches. His efforts were likely futile, anyhow; he was sure there wasn’t a single Piltie who would find him the least bit trustworthy at a quick glance. “—you look a pretty long ways from it, way down here.”
He took a step towards her and quietly speculated about what she might have in her pockets. He forced himself to smile, hoping the darkness would obscure its insincerity. “Let me help you—I know the city, especially this part of it, pretty well. If whatever you’re doing’s so important, it’d help to have someone who knows the place, right?”